Babuloui

Name: Babuloui
Profession: Empath
Title: Mushroom Forager
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Age: appears to carry a mature yet vibrant presence (70)
Date of Birth: 2/27/5056
Clan: Ralgrenek Clan
He is shorter than average. He appears to carry a mature yet vibrant presence.
He has long-lashed ale-brown eyes and freckled skin.
He has a shaven head of russet hair.
He has a plump face, a bulbous nose and a long braided beard.

He is wearing a pair of polished steel spectacles, a dark russet cloak, a mangy summit rat, a dark emerald-clasped runestaff harness slung over his shoulder, a blackened leather wand harness slung over his other shoulder, some scarred double leather, a black leather casting glove scorched across the inner palm, a large brown fur hide sack, a sturdy dark leather gem pouch, a coarse burlap sack, a neutral-toned pouch of diamond-scaled rattlesnake skin, and some dark russet boots.

From an early age, I've been one ta give in ta wanderlust. This didn't bother my parents none – with da Ralgreneks, home is something ya carry with ye. I look fondly back on mornings spent near brackish waters, digging through da plough mud fer crawfish and harvesting bark from cypress knees ta grind down into tinctures and cures. Dat care were something at the center of it all, and we weren't stingy with it. Lady Imaera's teachings let us know ta steward over her bounty, because der's nothing more wasteful dan overlooking tomorrow's harvest in favor of today's. Might as well stick yer head down in that mud yerself if yer not gonna take care of things, per Kuon's wisdom.

I guess ye could say that's why I landed west of da Dragonspires. Like da rest of my clan, I've got a standing invitation ta live down in Zul Logoth, or even out near Teras, but da work's out here on da edge. So, I scrapped together a few coins made in ointments, and traveled inta da Landing as soon as I were able. I can't say that I'm da best with da customs here... who ever heard of an empath rolling and licking a dead body? But, through da efforts of da mostly friendly folks here, I found a place with both da Adventurer's Guild, and da Order of Voln. Indeed, I'm feeling lucky ta continue ta rustle up homes out here on da fringes, as I've since joined with a local militia known as da Drakes Vanguard and begun to learn da proper ways of honor, duty, and loyalty as page to da honorable Lady Denissa Hawggweiler here at House Daingneach Onoir.

Here's ta hoping that one day, I'll be able ta give back as good as I were given, and keep ta water flowing. Cause da Lady knows, we've all got a part ta play in da cycle.