Erik used to be a dwarf, sometimes... he misses it.

Nowadays, to fight his obsessive compulsive addiction addiction he has found newfound purpose in small furry things to stroke in lap like some sort of villain. One can never be sure whether the ferret-cat-thing is still alive or even likes it.

Master of Abjuration and a self professed scientist extraordinaire.

Founder of "Just-In-Case" cult, for those who pay lip service to any god that listens.

Volunteer of the Welfare Society.

His clothes hide something of a dad bod and its rumored he does not have equipment down under.

Sometimes, there are odd burbling and gurgling sounds.