Torchmen of the Dwimordelve
names minah, cuz it’s mine, and keeps cuz i keeps it. keeps what? keeps everything! i dunno wheres i’m from, or for how long, just that it was glowy and boring. and green maybe. not like this places with it’s dark cave spaces, shineys and glitteries in the hard stones… oooh pretty… i likes those! so that’s what i does, i keeps them. there’s mens and dwarves and long-eared man things that want them too tho, so i haves to hunt. haves to be sneaky! if not, i don’t gets them first and the shiney goes in their pocketses for no good reasons. they don’t even look at them! waste of shiney. i’s quiet, i sneaks in the dark, i skulks through stonehell to find secrets. only, stonehell is scarey evens for a master shiney collector like me. some human types needed help, so i figured i’s could tags along, help them out, and no one would be the smarter for any missing glittery stuff. wins wins, yes?!