Baylor Hamstring

In the garden's across from the plaza, he sits, a kitten curled in his lap as he watches the children play. He notices when one small tiefling girl falls and scrapes her knee, and rises, moving the kitten to his shoulder to help the small child up, a gentle smile on his strong features. "There now. All better. No tears, little devil, you'll be stronger than any of those boys one day." He could see the magic in her eyes, the sparks on her fingertips. One day soon, she'd be showing those boys how strong she was and make her parents prouder than they already where of her. That's when he notices them. The noble guards, coming towards him. Baylor Hamstring sighs. He knows this approach. A new job. "How can Baylord the Wicked help you?" His voice is deep, a rumble of the Earth in the air as he straightens to his full height. He knew that symbol on their armor... this was going to be an interesting job. He could already tell.