|⦵ Little Rukk|
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What can best be described as a "goblin" sits perched on a stool, idly kicking his legs as he a hums limerick. Haphazard tufts of burnt fur dot his body and his visible skin is littered with scars. Both his left ear and eye are missing, and a metal plate appears to have been grafted over what must have been a gaping headwound. Noticing your stare he turns and speaks.
Can I help you, a*$hole?
He turns and listens to your response with his remaining ear
Oh, you're a Pathfinder too? Cool, cool. I'm Little Rukk. I'll be going on this mission thing too. Don't know what to expect out there, so I bring a little bit of anything. Wands, scrolls, an allosaurus: *$#&ing everything, man.
He rifles through one of his many satchels and retrieves a strip of dried meat. After a gluttonous bite, he rips it half and extends some toward you.
Fey jerky? No? Pfft, whatever. More for me. Oh, and if the VC asks, we don't know what happened to his poodle. But between you and me--
He leans over and whispers:
Ally might have had herself a bit of a "midnight snack."