Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Toryn Togglebit]

Standing before the group was the gnome Toryn Togglebit: toymaker, blacksmith, merchant, treasure hunter, potato connoisseur, and appreciator of all the shinier things in life. He had recently migrated to Falcon's Hollow looking to explore the ruins surrounding the town in search of adventure and treasure. When he was not out scrounging for salvage, he was covering living expenses repairing and forging tools for the laborers. Now Toryn was on the way to see the sheriff and inquire about the flyer he found, but had to make a pit stop at the Inn for a nice bowl of potato soup first.

He bowed low to Dunndero after the greeting, no mean feat considering he was carrying a backpack filled to the brim with various odds and ends. He managed to execute the bow without keeling over headfirst into the ground. Ah, that sounds like an excellent plan my beefy friend. The gnome's voice was soft-spoken, with a slight nasally undertone. Extra company is always welcome. The squirrels around here are are great conversationalists, but they don't make for very good listeners. Always chattering away you know?

Oh but where are my manners. Toryn grabbed Dunndero's hand and shook it vigorously with both hands. Toryn Togglebit, humble merchant and adventurer, at your service.