Larry Baker
Larry Baker is an exhausted looking human man in his mid
40s.
His bald head is covered by a worn blue coif, which nearly matches his dirty flower-patterned shirt. He is lean and stands a little over 6 feet. His eyebrows are the only tense muscles on his face, displaying nothing but profound worry over his lifeless eyes. When talking to patrons and other guests, he puts on a service-grade smile and tries to meet their every need. He will write off any concerns about the tavern or his own wellbeing with an “upside” to the issue.
Larry runs his tavern alone, which is part of the reason it has fallen into such a disparaged state. He treats every new guest as if they were his own child, devoting nearly all of his attention and care to their wellbeing. Always happy to lend an ear or a helping hand.
His bald head is covered by a worn blue coif, which nearly matches his dirty flower-patterned shirt. He is lean and stands a little over 6 feet. His eyebrows are the only tense muscles on his face, displaying nothing but profound worry over his lifeless eyes. When talking to patrons and other guests, he puts on a service-grade smile and tries to meet their every need. He will write off any concerns about the tavern or his own wellbeing with an “upside” to the issue.
Larry runs his tavern alone, which is part of the reason it has fallen into such a disparaged state. He treats every new guest as if they were his own child, devoting nearly all of his attention and care to their wellbeing. Always happy to lend an ear or a helping hand.
