Conspiracy Henry
Race: Rock Gnome Conspiracy Henry lives alone in a valley south of Grainmere with a workshop full of half-finished machines and a great many theories. The ducks are listening — this is not a joke to him, and he will explain why at length. So are the crows, but the crows at least have the decency to be obvious about it. He talks constantly, to anyone, and in their absence to himself, and he reads aloud in the evenings because a house should have a voice in it. Roughly nine in ten things Henry says are nonsense. The trouble is the tenth, and the fact that he has never been able to tell you which is which — and neither can anyone else, because nobody has ever listened long enough to sort them |