Invisible Insides, Thief, Stabby. Brothers. Boosé, Ducé, we don’t talk about Floosé, brother Goose, and Jeb.

It was a Tuesday. Moose Stache sat alone in the tavern, soaking in the last bite of his meal. As the tavern wench made her rounds a hooded figure entered the door. Normally this wouldnt draw any attention but this night happened to be quiet. The hooded figure ordered an urnst brandy and sat at a table near Moose. Moose thought he saw a flash of a gold necklace and a heavy wallet from the robes of the hooded figure.
 
Moose was down to his last copper. Tomorrow he was supposed to sign on to a fishing barge. His desperation grew. He began to study the hooded figure. The more he stared the more frail the hooded figure appeared. As Moose contemplated his theft a noble entered the tavern, ordered two urnst brandies and sat adjacent to the hooded figure. Moose studied the visitors. Looking for any sign of connection.
 
After some time of little interaction between the parties, Moose formulated his plan for burglary. He left the tavern. Hiding from the shadows he watches the noble leave happily. The hooded figure exits the tavern and heads down the alley. Moose saw his chance to strike. His dagger plunged into cloth. As he attempted the killing blow a blast of magic hits him.
 
Moose awoke in the alley alone. He caught his reflection in a puddle. His eyes were now empty sockets, his mouth appeared hollow down to his toes. He was cursed. Everything but his skin had become invisible.
 
Moose swore vengeance.

Age

56

Gender

male

Eyes

none

Hair

invisible

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

white

Height

5

Weight

160