"Don't be expectin' any special treatment, here. Grab yerself a pot and fill it to the brim! Folk 'ere serve themselves... Welcome to the Carnipot."
General Physical Condition
Lamont is shaped like a tall, stacked shelf. This broad-shouldered and wide-stomached man has taken up the difficult task of feeding the Greenstreets, one of the most feral districts in Kir Vallen. With bushy eyebrows covering most of his squinted eyes and a bellowing voice, Lamont's word is respected among the locals.
Lamont's lifes work is The Carnipot. His own little tavern and safe haven, where he wishes to serve a moment of rest to the weary workmen of Kir Vallen. Even as Lamont himself might seem slightly gruntish, he is a man who appreciates a calm atmosphere and nothing makes him more happy than the clanking of dinnerware during lunchtime, with calm mumbling among his clientele.
Dusting up shelves, making the Carnipot presentable.
Brown, usually hidden under thick brows.
Quotes & Catchphrases
"Anyone else got a beef with 'em? Take it outside... Now!" - Lamont on a bar fight, caused by the band of adventurers known as Feral Chimera
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