Eh bien, c'est juste fabuleux, Thought Dogface, "La première fois dans l'éternité que toute la reine -nay, le monde même - s'est dépouillée simultanément, le jour où la sélection la plus variée du monde d'alcool est disponible dans un seul endroit pratique, et j'ai oublié où j'ai enterré tout mon putain d'argent!"
Il a reniflé dans l'air inutilement, espérant désespérément ramasser l'odeur métallique de l'or... puis rapidement réaliser qu'il ne trouverait que l'argent de tout le monde avant de trouver le sien. Il n'y avait manifestement que deux solutions à ce problème, et les deux étaient immorales. Il a décidé de prendre la route la plus facile d'abord, visant à arracher des pièces de monnaie de quelques-uns des plus riches, plus effréné festival-goers sans qu'ils remarquent...
- C'est pas vrai.
-- C'est très gentil, pensa Ferris, la première fois dans l'éternité que presque toute la reine sourit!
Il a reconnu que c'était probablement en raison de sa vie de machine de service qui l'a amené à trouver la joie dans le bonheur des autres, mais cette déclaration ne se sentait pas tout à fait juste. Après tout, les autres créatures semblaient aimer quand les autres étaient heureux... Peut-être que c'était naturel, de jouir du bonheur. Quelle émotion étrange, auto-réplicatrice et durable. Il agita occasionnellement de nouveaux passants alors qu'il bâillait lourdement dans les rues du marché.
Name: Dogface
Age: Unknown?
Gender: Male
Species: Forest Trickster
Physical Description:
 Dogface appears to most as a normal badger… Until you brush his fur the wrong way, in which case you will notice he has many painful spines on his back like a porcupine. There’s also the fact that he can double up on himself or elongate much more than your average badger. At his full length, he appears to be a few inches longer in body than your average badger. 
Skillset:
Dogface is very quick in body and wit, a master of lies and deception, trapmaking, explosives, poisons, (Mostly of the hallucinogenic/paralyzing sort) potions, hiding, and climbing. He has a liver of steel, is an expert at pickpocketting, playing poker both fair and dirty, and can teleport short distances, if he’s feeling particularly magical. He can usually summon up some small means of bomb/potionmaking ingredients on the fly if he desperately needs them. Bigger contraptions require more things, of course, and Dogface needs to spend long periods concentrating in order to conjure any amount bigger than a pawfull. If he doesn’t accidentally burn/blow something up in the process… He’s skilled in drunken-style martial arts, and, contrary to real life, the more alcohol he has in his system, the better he gets… But he’d never be able take more than one man and a toddler child on his own. He’s much better suited to forcing his enemies to make mistakes, peppering the battlefield with nuisances and hazards, and letting his enemies destroy themselves. If they happen to be big and scary, he’d rather smell them ahead of time with his keen badger nose and find another way around.
History:
Trickster animals come in many forms, and are mysterious and infuriating creatures. There is one thing that the utmost experts on the matter can confirm about them for sure, though. The vast majority of them are not born, rather they are manifestations of magical energies, namely when an animal gets ahold of (and usually eats) something covered in the magical residue left behind by forest spirits, druids, gnomes, wise hermits, and other people that go to the woods to fool around with the rules of the universe. The result is the most infuriating and cheeky of all of nature’s inventions, the Forest Trickster, talking animals that lead people to their doom. Or just screws around with said man until they leave and/or try to kill them. Occasionally, Forest Tricksters hitch rides on horses and vehicles and go to live in the cities and towns. Dogface is one such badger. He’s been hanging out in various taverns, making lewd comments and practical jokes ever since his arrival.
Psychological Profile:
Dogface is an uncouth, egotistical, hedonistic lech who exudes all the absurdity of the mixed spells that created him. He fancies himself some combination of Sun Tzu and Harald Hardrada, and he’d have you know that he once fought an entire canoe full of alligators and won, or something to similar effect. Like the time when he grabbed a mountain lion by the tail and tied it to a tree. He is motivated by money, compliments, and booze, and nothing will stand in his way between himself and those things… If it does, then he’d rather just walk around it and make that obstacle feel like a real moron.
Goals/Fears
 If there’s something more to life than having your back (and ego) massaged by a beautiful handmaiden, singing drunkenly in the taverns, and laughing at the guy covered in the flour he left on the doorsill, Dogface doesn’t seem quite interested in finding it. While he’d like to keep up the appearance that he isn’t afraid of anything, he is afraid of quite a few things, actually. Like huge men with axes, groups of aggressive people, fast, deep rivers, and other things that could cause death in all sapient badgers named Dogface. Secretly, he wishes he were big enough to play sports with humans... Come to think of it, there's a lot of human things he wishes he could do...
Equipment:

 A badger-sized hammer-hatchet
 A bowl
 A simple woodcarving knife
 A small bag of smoke pellets
 A bottle of potent hallucinogenics
 Three porcelain blackpowder grenades
 Caltrops
 A small box of nails (although his spines could also be used for the same thing in a pinch)
 Two decks of 52