Offenclopf is a strange, lonely goblin. Much as every goblin likes a good unplanned fire, few like them in their own huts. Wherever Offenclopf goes fires seem to just follow.
Offenclopf lives on his own under the stars on the outskirts of the tribes lands, living by his wits and never quite the right side of feral.
He has no idea why the chief has summoned him, he didn’t really hear what the messenger said, he was concentrating so hard on not setting fire to his head. He'd done really well at first as well, but that silly hat was just so dry...