Baron L.

Baron L. has been sighted in jungle ruins lit by torchlight, on moonlit decks where cutlasses rang against brass railings, and in soot-stained workshops where impossible engines hummed beneath stained-glass skylights. He has pursued forgotten relics through vine-choked temples, bargained with cartographers of questionable honesty, and once accepted tea from a gentleman who may—or may not—have been a dragon in disguise.  

When not dodging darts, deciphering dead languages, or attempting to explain scorch marks to innkeepers, Baron L. can usually be found among stacks of campaign books, dice of suspicious provenance, and grand plans that require entirely too many miniatures.