A craggy faced farmer, lean built and stolid as the day is long. Slow of speech and slow of movement, he views everyone with taciturn goodwill.


Willett (just Willett thankee) is a farmer in the village of Fortin, a village of 200 souls where the only thing exciting to happen before the party showed up was the curious business of Old Yarms pasture being flooded. Bad business that.

Willett views the world in slow motion, and nothing shocks or surprises him. Apart from that pasture situation. That’d put a fellow off his mid morning snack that would.


Tales from the Inner Sea AndyGlen