Fretarkis "Fret" Geddarm

Fretarkis Geddarm (a.k.a. Fret)

"Come and sit. Let me tell you a great tale that my grandfather told me," gestures the man sitting in the corner of the Yawning Portal. "I Fretarkis Geddarm, am the grandson of the amazing author, Volothamp Geddarm, and he told me of the time he was caught into a corner just like this one."
The Destguard draw closer with their weapons drawn. One of them snarls, "Shuddup, deceiver. You're writings are slanderous in the name of the great lord Dreus, and you will pay for that." The guard continues forward with his sharpened scimitar.
Fretarkis stands up and places his back against the wall, picking up the chair he was sitting on and shaking it around using it as a shield. "Hey, didn't your parents ever teach you not to interrupt when someone else is speaking. It's rude!" he manages to interject while panting. "Anyways, he told me this one time where these four Thayan assassins were coming at him, and agh," Geddarm catches a blow from a blade with the chair he was carrying. He presses his hand against the slash in the wood, and when he takes his hand away from it the wood has grown over the slash. Fretarkis pants, "He singlehandedly took them all down by throwing a chair at them. Like so," Fretarkis throws the chair and runs to the center of the Yawning Portal as the guards are distracted.
As he runs the destguard manages to swing his blade with a quick heave where it cuts into Fretarkis' side before chasing after Fretarkis. The troop of destguard bump into adventurers and other proprietors of the Yawning Portal while trying to chase after their fleeing quarry.
As Fretarkis is running he shouts back, "My grandfather always told me, never fret, Fret, your friends will always be there." Fretarkis lets out a painful groan as his side impacts the bar of the tavern.
Durnan the human proprietor puts down his fingers from rubbing his temples at the insanity that has been caused. "Out!" he demands while pointing towards the door.
The guard walks up to the counter, Fret grinning at him. "Please good proprietor, this man is writing unbecoming articles about The Assembly, and he must be dealt with." He puts his blade away and presses his hands down on the counter, leaning upon it.
Durnan reaches under the counter slowly. Simultaneously he tersely comments, "I said out. You have three seconds."
The destguard fails to notice Durnan's action and continues to say, "Please, just cooperate wi..."
A flagon of ale smashes into his head as Durnan slams it down. The destguard crumples to the floor after the thunderous blow, which starts to bleed. Durnan once again points to the door while looking to the guards. "Out."
The guards leave with their unconscious leader as Fret turns to Durnan. "Hey, I always knew you loved me, Durnan. I know I grow on yah!" He cups his side where the sword had cut.
"Wish they cut out your tongue," Durnan grumbles, washing the blood off of his mug.
Fret, overplaying his pain at the slight against him by Durnan, walks back into his corner where he picks up his chair, broken into pieces from being thrown, and he slowly gets to work mending the damage.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Welldressed man in his early twenties. He is clean shaven, but his hair is unkempt and hangs over his head.

Mental characteristics

Gender Identity

Male

Accomplishments & Achievements

The book, "Don't Fret, It's Dreus." A political commentary on The Assembly.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

Wants to be a great writer who follows in his grandfathers footsteps.

Alignment

Chaotic Good

Current Location

Waterdeep

Year of Birth

1578 DR

Gender

Male

Eyes

Hazel

Hair

Unkempt brown hair

Height

5'9"

Quotes & Catchphrases

Don't fret when with Fret