We were a historian named Gris. There wasn’t a single question we couldn’t answer! Until that one evening, where we came across an entry in an old spellbook. Curiosity got the better of us, and we tried the spell out, only to find that it didn’t make copies of the person in question, but split it apart. I’m the calmer, more rational side of… whatever he is.

“It’s actually rather fortuitous that that creature stowed away in your bag! Grobzugs can fit through any hole they can get their head into."

I had a nibble off of one of the Solomite crystals, okay? I was peckish… Pink's my favorite flavor... Passion Fruit...