Ollrir has been living a sedentary life for many decades in a secluded grove in Bazagon. Until suddenly his grove was disturbed by a terrible accident. A nearby alchemist who had setup next to Ollrir's grove for access to the abundant herbs released a foul concoction that poisoned the soil and caused mass blight. In a fury Ollrir broke the alchemist and used him as fertilizer in an attempt to fight back against the blight.

Ollrir has now sought out a new grove with his old one beyond saving... at least for him. The nice people of the stone circle did not resist too much when he suddenly moved into their garden.

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