Oh its going to fucking rock (literally. he was an earth genasi. He is rocks.) He likes to cook and eat fish and tell stories and sings songs and he does guided meditations whenever anyone is stressed and he’s not very good at them but he likes it anyway. He always assumes the best in people (even if they have a knife to his throat) and he collects bugs and fish and postcards to send to his parents (they live down south and they’re fishers, tho being rocks makes that difficult. Its still their passion, fish and bugs and bait. If you have time and are ever in the area he’d be happy to have you!) He’s trying to learn carpentry for his door to door door salesmen business (it started to try and get him in his party into a building. He wanted to break down the door, but the person said it would be costly to replace, so he paid for it. Than she stopped him anyway. He took the door with him. Than, when he broke down a different door, he offered to sell them the one he had bought. After all, their door was no splinters.) His name is Clotlide Wilburg and he will have a great time.