Knox Burnhame

Knox has gotten older and yet has still failed to grow. It’s true that all men remember their younger, wilder, stupider years with some fondness, and to some degree a bit of that immaturity never entirely leaves. Knox’s inner child became a teenager and never moved out. He works sporadically, bathes occasionally, and sleeps and lounges excessively. He’s charming enough to get meals paid for and a place to sleep most of the time, and for the remaining times there are haylofts and free-range poultry. He’ll work if he’s desperate and the money is good. Pay him daily at the end of the day, no matter what story he tells you. Any coin provided in advance will disappear, along with your expectations.