Bennie Phitz
Owner of The Toolrack pawn shop with his son Talon.
He looks like the kind of old man Night City tells ghost stories about.
White hair swept back in a wind that isn’t there, beard neatly trimmed instead of letting it go wild—he’s made peace with age, but he refuses to look fragile. His skin is weathered, lined at the eyes and brow, the way you get from squinting into too many neon nights and not enough sun.
