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Combat Gear: quarterstaff, sling, 20 bullets
Other gear: various revolting sacks and pouches, secret spellbook, skull full of carved chips of bone (default spellbook) , flint and tinder

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Hand of the apprentice (make melee attack at range using int modifier) 6/day

Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (nature) +7, Profession (brewer) +4, Profession (alchemist) +4, Spellcraft +7

Focussed mind - +2 to Concentration checks

Per day: 0 - 3
1 - 2

Prepared: 0 - Flare, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Read Magic
1 – Burning Hands, Magic Missile

Son of Mugchuck and Ratfang, Squagbulbs was an ugly, whiny awkward child who has grown up to be an ugly, whiny, awkward adult. His parents were the chief’s cooks until an unfortunate culinary experiment backfired on them (literally) and they became the evening’s main course themselves. This incident fascinated the infant Squagbulbs, and he’s since devoted his life to discovering everything he can about the effects of various animal, vegetable and mineral compounds on the bodies of Joe and Joanne Goblin

A boyhood companion of the notorious renegade Scribbleface, he was led down the dark path of literacy by that most scoundrelly of goblins, and a chance encounter with a dead wizard’s spellbook in the marsh changed his life forever. He fled in panic after Scribbleface's discovery and subsequent ostracism and has since spent a miserable existence in the swamps around Sandpoint, living from hand to mouth. Recently, he has started to vary his activities by filching small items from outlying houses and farms, so it's only a matter of time before he gets caught...

Squagbulbs is small and weedy, with an enormous head and bulging eyes that point in different directions. His skin, blotched and scarred by a series of lab accidents, is mostly blue. He is socially awkward, unhygienic (even by goblin standards) and cowardly, with a grating, whiny voice. He is prone to eruptions of intestinal gas when nervous, angry or stressed.