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.
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.] ����������