Lord Badgerton
#FJ26 Gentlegnome poet and adventurer. Mad. Bad. Dangerous to know.
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Lord Badgerton dismounts his war goat, Alphonse, outside the bustling adventurer's guild. The sounds of clanging swords and murmurs of hushed conversations fill the courtyard air. He flips a silver penny to the stable boy, who yelps in panic as Alphonse screams at him.
With a flourish, the aristocratic gnome straightens his travel-stained tailcoat and adjusts his cravat. He smooths his curly, coal-black hair and flashes a charming smile as he pushes open the creaky door. As he steps inside, his copper-colored eyes scan the room for potential adventure, and perhaps a beautiful face to capture his attention.
He gracefully climbs onto a bench, and then onto the top of a table.
May fortune smile upon our meeting, my dear strangers,he announces to no one in particular in a voice that is surprisingly rich for someone of his diminutive stature. His confidence and charisma bring the room temporarily to a halt.
I am Gerbo Gloamfell, Lord Badgerton. And I am in desperate need of a thrilling escapade to lift my spirits and replenish my dwindling coffers.