A DECEASED roundish merchant running caravans between Greyhawk and Yggsburgh
Baglo is roundish, but deft in his movements. He’s evidentally in his 30s and well-known in the inns between Yggsburgh and Greyhawk. A pipe is often stuck between his teeth.
“I got me a whole litter o’ little ones to feed. Ol’ Sherry Bell is as fertile as the mother herself. Course, I do my share o’ plowing.”
“And there’s me to feed of course,” he adds, patting his belly.