It’s easy to go unnoticed in the woods when you’re all of three feet tall. Short even by halflings standards, Wilcome’s greatest threat is the local raccoons. Last in a long, hard line of Chubbs with a rigid, woody upbringing, he’s short enough that innuendo like this goes right over his head.
Luckily, his small stature and emotionlessness make him almost impossible to spot out in the woods. He even wears leaves like couture. So when his beloved forest comes under threat by an acid-spitting dragon, Wilcome must find a way to put his stealth skills to use, or else face destruction.
Truly as neutral as can be, until now, the only thing Wilcome Chubb has ever cared about was playing target practice with squirrels.