I am known by many as Bowjangols the Chosen. My father being human and my mother being elf made me the half breed I am today. I fear nothing. Not any race, not any quest, not even death itself. With my abilities, skills, and small group of trusted people, I shall rise to the top and become the next ruler of kings. I will let nothing stand in my way.
I be the proud owner of a new wooden abode which I bought today fer a hefty price.
Advisor Description
I met brittni the wench in the local tavern one late night not to long ago. It was close to closing and we started talking about life. I told her my quest to become the next ruler and her eyes lit with excitement. She told me how she could be of aid with all her skills for obtaining information. I accepted her company without hesitation. I think together we're going to go far in this quest I have.
Bowjangols was found with his body mangled. He had multiple wounds and just eventually bled out. He was very intelligent, just lacked the physical skills needed to survive in this cold dark world. He will be missed by his mother, who raised him from birth single handedly. We hope and pray that his young soul finds a way to peace and happiness.