<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/iOPneu6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Garrock "Gar" Kneebreaker<br/><strong>AC:</strong>14 (16 w/shield) |<strong>HP:</strong>15 / 15<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong>13 |<strong>Initiative:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Rage:</strong>2/2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kieri, Cammy<br/><strong>Content</strong><br/><strong>Actions</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Gar had glanced at the letter but not read it, given that it was addressed to Cammy.  It was wrong to nose into someone else's affairs too much, after all.  He had also spent little time in attacking his meat pie.  When Kieri suggested that they take them downstairs, he looked up from a half empty tin, his cheeks slightly bulged from the current mouthful he'd just taken.  His eyes moved from the goblin to the gnome and he swallowed before straightening up.  "Come, let's finish these quick while they're hot and then go downstairs!  Surely this patron can wait a bit after going through all this trouble to reach Cammy."  And if so, then screw them!<br/><br/>But he wasn't about to say that.  To be fair, he didn't quite understand what these civilized craftsmen meant when they talked about patrons.  It seemed like sometimes it was a person who ordered work from them and sometimes it seemed more like a general benefactor who supplied them with funds to do their work in general.  Sometimes it seemed to be both!  Maybe this escapade would clear it up.<br/><br/>"It's for you, Cammy, so the decision is yours.  I can eat here or down there just as easy," he said with a shrug.  The food would be warmer now, but it would still be warm if they took the time to go down and find this person.