Greth Rottgut

Greth Rottgut Storyline The Nazhor Chronicles Surcease Clipped Wings Equilibrium Inevitable Hyacinth Gender Male Status alive Hometown Mist Harbor Relationship(s) Protector of Zofiya and Penre Affiliation(s) Owner of Stumbling Pebble Bar II

Greth Rottgut is the proprietor of the Stumbling Pebble Bar II in Mist Harbor. He is generally an automated Non-Player Character, but has on occasion appeared as a GameMaster NPC in multiple storylines and also at Windfellow's Retreat, where he held a raffle for an unlimited keg of a new liquor he'd developed.

Appearance

A large individual, Greth has the distinct look of a powerful man gone somewhat soft as the years have passed.  Smile lines have sprouted around his hazel eyes, and his bald head shines in the torchlight.

Ambients

Greth stretches backward, popping noises emanating from his back.  Sighing in relief, he mutters, "Gettin' old is for the birds, I'll say that much..."  At that moment, the cry of a seagull sounds from outside, and Greth chuckles and calls out, "You tell 'em!"

A tentative knock can be heard from somewhere behind the bar, and Greth ducks out of sight, carrying a heavy parcel.  He returns a short time later without the parcel, but with a happy smile on his face.  He mutters to himself, "Least I can do for the little guy..."

Greth reaches behind the bar and pulls out a small black bottle.  He twists off the cap and takes a long pull, then replaces both cap and bottle.  His eyes water slightly as he lets out a contented sigh, leaning forward onto the bar.

Greth heaves a sigh and begins to count the bottles behind the bar, his eyes furrowed in concentration.  He mutters to himself, counting slowly.  After a few moments, he shrugs his shoulders and gives up.  "Looks like enough, anyway," he rumbles.

Greth leans back against the bar, his arms crossed over his chest, and smiles to himself.  His gaze unfocuses, and his smile grows slightly wider at some pleasant memory.  After a moment, he blinks and looks around, checking on his customers, though the remnants of the smile remain.

Greth nods congenially to a pair of half-elven ladies as they make their way into the bar.  "Welcome, ladies.  Make yourselves at home, and let me know if there's anything I can get you," he greets.  The two nod their appreciation, then settle themselves in a far corner and begin a quiet conversation.