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Got to my hotel. Now to grab a catnap so my brain stops making me draw things like this guy…
A cantankerous gnome tinkerer who gets too warm at the forge, so he doesn’t wear much else besides his apron when he’s working.
My goblin, Lorre, who spends his days in the underside of the city smashing rats. In return, he is granted access to the city library at night, when there are no other visitors to be offended by the odors that trail him from his day job.