Grunk the Drunk's page

Grunk continues to greet each new arrival, and offer them an ale from the keg.

"Hello Grebmurk. Marcus Farabellus teach Grunk that reading ok, even for gobbos, and send Grunk to Kreighton Shane to learn how. But Grunk still no write nothin'. Don' want words taken out of Grunk's head."

"Hi, Xzerrion! Good to meet ya. Here, have an ale. Good stuff, got it from the Wounded Wisp.", the little goblin refills the mug he's been drinking from and presses it into the elf's hands, not waiting to see if he actually wants it.

A goblin enters, wearing armor, a shield, and a rapier sheathed at his hip. Oddly, he has what appears to be a keg strapped to his back, along with a standard adventurer's backpack.

He puts down his shield, then removes the keg and backpack. Grabbing a mug that was dangling from his belt, he fills it with ale from the keg, drinks it all in one long chug, and then refills it. He turns to look at you, as if noticing that other Pathfinders are present for the first time, raises his mug in your direction, and begins singing.

"Mighty Cayden, god of drunks,
Chose his champion - Me! I’m Grunk!
Wine and ale, I try ‘em all,
Drown myself in alcohol,
No need to read my god’s decree,
Everyone, everywhere must be free!
When evil slavers try their tricks,
I run ‘em through with pointy sticks!"

His song ended, Grunk laughs like a maniac for a few seconds, before taking a smaller drink from his mug. He then turns to look at you with his beady red eyes.

"So... who are you?"