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About Grarick Lem

Short and well-dressed Grarick Lem the Fifth always seems to have a smile on his face and a perfect joke for any situation. He's seen to support people who are being stepped on often.
Although Grarick was raised in a wealthy household, it was only because he was born a slave. He learned how to say what his superiors wanted to hear, which secured him less onerous jobs- like playing the flute at family gatherings. Bit when his kin were to be sacrficed to a devil, Grarick lit a few fires in the manor and ensured that all of his Gnome kin were safe in the Slave's quarters.
Much to Grarick's shock, his kin rushed back in a hopeless attempt to aid in extinguishing the flames. As the place burnt and the Gnomes bemoaned the loss of their shelter, Grarick slipped away, bitter and distraught. Still known to side with the underdog, Grarick has learned that his most powerful traits are his optimism and his sense of humor that'll get him to where he wants to go.
Grarick's hymn
Men bein’ whipped along a beaten track
Road map carved in the scars on their backs
Foreman and his thugs watchin’ from the ridge
Cold gruel for a banquet under the bridge
New meat brought from over the border
“Welcome to the Hellknight Order”
Families missin' their kin, from East to West
For them, there is no peace, no rest

The highway is alive tonight
With tales and songs, from the ones we’re taking home.
I'm writin’ this song by the wayfinder light
Ridin' on the Bellflower Road

Garik tells me he came from Andoran
“I did honest work with these two hands.
I built the alms houses for the old folk in need.
The Thrunes made me build temples to their greed.”
“I was a nurse to their squalling brat.
Wiped their arses, when they were too fat.”
“I cooked for a man, of unnatural lust,
I left him a eunuch, in the dust.”

The highway is alive tonight
With people returnin’ to the places they need to go.
I’m sittin’ here in my covered hide,
Guardin' along the Bellflower Road

Now, before you call anyone ‘slip’, Mister, you best think.
Could I have ‘slipped’ a little somethin’ in your drink?
When you’re shaved, could a razor ‘slip’ from ear to ear?
Before you beat a child, better check if I’m near.
You can spend your life, in fear, lookin’ over your back,
Chained to your sins, on your own rack,
Or you can accept people’s right to be free,
Do the right thing… before you see me.

The horizon is a welcome sight
As we wave our new-found friends to their lands and homes.
I watch them a while in the pale moonlight,
Then set off back down Bellflower Road.