A portly, coppery-skinned man in his late forties, Theldrat is a worrier by nature with nervous habits (such as wringing his hat or curling his mustache.) Well known as the best locksmith in town.
Theldrat seems especially harrowed by the loss of a simple key. The key was his father’s, a token that he had picked up while adventuring in his youth. As the only material possession that he has of the man, the key has a significant amount of sentimental value. He has asked a motley group of folks who were around (and in) his shop at the time he discovered its disappearance to find it.