Gurgles the Brewster

Race/Class: Gnome Druid (Brewery Specialisation)
Height: Approximately 3.5 feet
Field Status: Active

Personnel Record

Gurgles the Brewster arrived at the Citadel with a cart, a thirst for commerce, and an unsettling rapport with animals. First observed greeting a stranger by offering to sell them a drink — an opening gambit repeated with such consistency that it may be hardwired.

Distinguishing features: perpetually practical. Carries supplies; understands logistics. References his grandfather with the sort of frequency that suggests the man was either a sage or a cautionary tale (records unclear which). Works animals the way others work door hinges — without apparent effort.

Field assessment: emerged as de facto leadership during the Miller Farm deployment, despite being the physical size of a roasted chicken. Mounted a corrupted sheep (named Wulfred) and directed operations with the calm of someone who has herded worse than reality-warped livestock. Shows competence in crisis that would be alarming if it weren't so sincere.

Noted quirk: sheep appear to treat him as a minor deity. This may be literal. Recommend monitoring.

[Records note — T.W.]: Gurgles is good people. Full stop. When the world got weird, he kept moving and kept helping. Also he's better at accounting than I am, which is saying something. Still owes me 8 copper for the surplus-office tea.] ����������