Jub the Peculiar
Jub looked thoroughly unconvinced by Brutrumukk's claims of good intentions, and was just about to say something when the four will-o-wisps appeared. "Woah!" He put his hands up in front of him and fluttered backwards a little. "Sorry, sorry!" he apologised frantically to the green flame in front of him. When none of the flames made moves to attack him, he lowered his hands. "I must say though, if those trinkets are so important to you, you might consider putting them somewhere a little more secure than say..." He carefully gestured towards the objects. "A geyser in the middle of nowhere." He folded his arms. "Surely you folks have heard of a bag of holding? I've heard they're rather good for storing one's valuables."
When Brutrumukk put forward his offer to go kill this Agdon Longscarf the wisps had mentioned in exchange for their shinier objects, Jub shook his head. "Really now, is that your answer to everything?" he muttered. "We've already got things to do. We can't waste time going on some wild goose chase just because you want some shiny objects."
