# Woes of Gottlob Graal: Umbral Gaze 0

Gottlob Graal is a level-{five,ten} Watchers' Oath paladin, a satyr, bent on avoiding a faery card sharp he pissed off years ago during a regular visit to the Feywild. He fled that plane and his native Chondalwood for Waterdeep, half a continent away, where he took up defenses against any and all extraplanar pursuers. At first he just wanted to avoid his creditor, but later, finding purpose and fraternity in the city as never before, the satyr began to feel at home. A jovial fellow, Gottlob is energetic in his late middle-age, but finds the reckless carousing of his youth a bit beyond him now.

> The last time I _really_ partied, you know, I wound up in debt to an Unseelie courtier! Sylas Grinbriar of the Bleeding Grove... hmm, but there's no sense _worrying_ about that sort of thing, my friend!

## A Watchers' Order

Upon leaving Chondath, Gottlob found himself heading West until he could do so no more. Thereupon, he was in Waterdeep. The satyr decided he would find a place to sleep, but instead found the bottoms of some tankards, alongside a couple of Watchers' paladins--- out for some merry-making themselves--- who became very interested in this strange, cloven-hoofed man and his experiences in the Feywild. With so little coin weighing in his pockets and his stomach grumbling for something richer than mead, the offer they made him at the end of the night--- of help staying hidden and a job that payed--- was too good to turn down.

In the few intervening years, Gottlob took the oath of their little order, the Unblinking Patrol, and showed natural talent, quickly becoming a formidable and knowledgeable member. He's since remained in Waterdeep, living well, but always keeping an eye over his shoulder in case Lord Grinbriar--- or one of his lackeys--- ever manages to track him down.