Ollrir has been living a sedentary life for many decades in a secluded grove in Bazagon. Recently his grove has been disturbed, an alchemical accident caused by a nearby alchemist who had setup next to Ollrir's grove for access to the abundant herbs. The grove was affected with a terrible blight from this accident and in fury Ollrir broke the alchemist and used him as fertilizer in an attempt to fight back against the blight.

Ollrir now seeks out help, he is hoping that some other fleshy can undo the alchemist's mistake before his grove withers away.

Very curious about society, still making up his mind about how he feels about the civilized world.