The Critic

The Critic is a somewhat plump old human, appearing in his late 40s. He wears a grey suit and a black top hat with a red feather in it. In his left hand he always carries a scroll backed by a wooden board, filled with indecipherable writing. His face is clean shaven, and his eyes appear somewhat sunken, almost lifeless. This human holds himself with an air of superiority, as if other people’s actions and efforts are entirely amateurish. He spends most of his time visiting various taverns, taking notes on any damages or improvements that have recently been made, and discussing ”business ventures” with many of the taverns operators. When roleplaying as The Critic, note that he will always ask questions, but not seem remotely surprised by even the most fantastical responses. He will speak little of himself, but instead comment incessantly on the wasted potential of each location.

Some of his notes include:
• The Wildaback or the Fungal Grotto were “overambitious attempts at wrestling something too great.” • The Rail-Away and the Ironstein Mine are simply “too difficult to follow, let alone locate.” • The Bloated Bounty, Dungeon of Darkness, and the Treetop Tavern are “complete wastes of potential, that refuse any of my suggestions to improve them.” • Poor Larry’s and Death’s Door are “little more than sick games played by a strange family.” • The Teapot Temple and the Dancing Horse are “entirely shameful, nothing more.” • The Wizard’s Watering Hole and Daydream “clearly got more attention than they deserved, and yet something is still missing…”