One of the first people to be met soon after arriving in the Stolen Lands, the party went on an errand for “Old Bokken,” and got him some fangberries (his secret ingredient that makes his potions more tasty). His hut is in Greenbelt 2.6.
His manner is that of a nervous bird or a jittery child, and his speech is swift and clipped as if he’s eager to finish every conversation he starts. Yet Bokken is no hater of gold, and his eagerness to sell the potions he makes is well known to many of the travelers in the area — he usually sells directly to the post in Northgate (formerly Oleg’s Trading Post), but he’s willing to make special orders as well.
He did, at one point, mention his younger brother — spitting as he did so, bitterly holding up his right hand and indicating his missing pinky finger: “Bastard cut that offa me the last
time he hit my mother, Desna rest her soul. But he took off right after to live in a hollow tree down south rather than face the guards, so I guess it all worked out well enough.”
(Eventually it was discovered he was talking about the Mad Hermit at Greenbelt 8.3.)
Bokken decided to become a hermit a few years after his brother (whose name, like many other details of his childhood, he can’t quite recall due to senility) left home and their parents passed away. Originally, Bokken had toyed with the idea of tracking his bully of a brother down and getting revenge, but the wildlife in the Greenbelt was too frightening and dangerous, so instead he settled down not far from the edge of Rostland to live the rest of his life in nature.