Jammorn
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Artar / Jammorn
“Hello there,” said the short figure who came out of the Woods. Jammorn stared at him.
“Who be you?,” asked the half-orc. The short one seemed to ignore his question and started to chat with the barbarian dressed one. “What do you know about the giant bottle of Ale?”
Jammorn simply answered: “Me knows nothing about big cup of Ale. But me likes Ale! Me likes it a lot!” And continued to say random lines about Ale and how he liked it. Things like: “Me kills little goblins to find Ale!”, “Me chops wood to buy Ale!”, “Me loves Ale!”.
“Aye! Enough about Ale you dumb Half-orc!,” shouted the Gnome. “If you like Ale that much, you should start looking for the giant bottle of Ale that I asked you about!”
“Me be not dumb! Me be… dum… Ale! Me looks for big cup of Ale! Where me finds Ale you talk about?”
“Just go to Jyyd. Start looking from there! Ask people about the legendary giant bottle of Ale! Everyone in Narfell knows about that!,” the gnome waved to Jammorn as he stepped into the woods and slowly disappeared. A “Good Luck!” came from the darkness of the forest.
Jammorn scratched his elbow and headed Jyyd. The thing is: he had no idea how to get there.
(( More of a motivation, not really a BG. Let's say that he's to dumb to remember his own past, as MOB suggested.
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Reviewed, XP pending
