Village Idiot, Pickle Connoisseur


Grund seems every inch the harmless simpleton. Strong as an ox and with an intellect to match, the half-orc enjoys loitering in the market, where he has claimed a favorite stump. He has a barrel of pickles of indeterminate age (no one is sure where he got them) which seems to be his most valued possession.

He is always ready to help passing caravans and farmers alike set up their stalls or do some heavy lifting. Grund doesn’t seem to have a home and sleeps outdoors, generally huddled near his pickle barrel.

When not loitering in the market clearing, Grund finds part time labor at Waelvur’s Wagonworks, where he is treated with contempt and endures endless verbal abuse.