Juvial the Sordid

Juvial didn't particularly like the nickname he had been given by his detractors. 'Sordid?' He did nothing sordid. He was only a brilliant thief. He was an expert at disguise. He felt he deserved a grandiose nickname. 'Juvial the Notorious' or 'Juvial, Autauga's Greatest Thief' would have been his preference. As a dwarf, it was easy for him to ingratiate himself into a mining operation by dwarves.  He would put in a good day's work as an expert miner as he scouted out the entries and exits, who was where at what time and in essence planned his grand exit from the operation.   Juvial's thievery was sophisticated. He skimmed books on a variety of subjects, gleaning just enough information about an area or a peoples or subject related to the mine he was 'casing' for robbery so that he could converse about the subject and appear to know a whole lot. The truth is that the only thing Juvial was an expert on was thievery and robbery. His takes were always enormous. He would stay at a mine just long enough to know when to act. He would leave the mine with a wagon load of very valuable ore after disabling the wheels of other wagons and freeing the other horses so he couldn't be chased. By the time the robbery was noticed, Juvial was miles away and had already changed his appearance.   One time he would be fair haired with no beared, another he might have a stubble, another time he appeared as an old wizened dwarf with a long grey beard.   Because of his semi-expert knowledge on all things, he knew exactly where to take the goods for a quick sale and profit.   He stayed one step ahead of the authorities every time.   Juvial was vain. He collected broadsheets and wanted posters of himself.   One evening he walked into a tavern and heard himself being talked about. Juvial learned that there was a 5000 GP bounty for his capture or proof of his death. He joined the drunken milieu of the tavern pretending outrage that someone would rob his kind (a dwarf) of their hard earned mining profits. He asked for details, he wanted in on the bounty for this Juvial fellow, he told them.   As he left the following morning, he laughed through his beard at the varied and fascinating descriptions of what he looked like. He usually had a scar or a menacing half closed eye from an old injury. He was evil looking they all said. He would be recognizable. Juvial whistled as he walked away, his pockets jingling.