Thin, quick-footed, and no older than twelve, Pike darts through the Wallowing Pig with a broom in one hand and an armful of mugs in the other. His patched clothes are clean despite their age, and he has an uncanny talent for slipping unnoticed through even the busiest tavern. He speaks little, but notices everything.
Lore
Pike grew up on the streets of Goldcrest, surviving by running messages, scavenging scraps, and sleeping wherever the city forgot to look. When the Wallowing Pig came under new ownership, he expected to be chased away like always. Instead, he was offered honest work, a hot meal, and a bed in the attic.
He has become fiercely loyal to the tavern, treating it as the first place he has ever been able to call home. Though he still carries the instincts of a street urchin—knowing hidden alleys, overhearing whispered deals, and recognizing the faces of the city's forgotten—he now uses those talents to help the people who gave him a chance. Many patrons see only a boy sweeping the floor, but Pike often knows what's happening in