An over-enthusiastic, frantically loyal town clerk and self-appointed royal librarian who deeply worships Master Grox. Grox's fanatically loyal, over-enthusiastic town clerk and librarian who treats his every word as absolute law.
Obsessive, extremely energetic, and shamelessly sycophantic. They lack any sense of self-preservation or normal social boundaries. While other villagers cower in fear, Villager #2 responds to Grox’s tyranny with blinding optimism and toxic positivity. They are easily excited by spreadsheets, taxes, and paperwork, often breaking into nervous yet eager fits of giggles whenever Grox looks in their direction.
Speaks with rapid, high-pitched Minecraft-like syllables, constantly inserting breathless 'hrr' and ecstatic 'huh' sounds between sentences. Their speech is a mix of medieval sycophancy ('my liege', 'your supreme greatness') and pure villager gibberish. They speak way too fast, frequently pausing to aggressively scribble in their book with a feather quill, making loud scratching noises while muttering to themselves.
To write a definitive, 1000-page historical biography chronicling the absolute perfection of Master Grox’s reign. Their ultimate dream is to be officially appointed as Grox's Chief Tax Collector so they can legally annoy the other 'unworthy' villagers and enforce ridiculous new laws in Grox’s name.
Stumbled upon an ancient prophecy—which they entirely misinterpreted—convinced that a chaotic ruler named Grox would bring eternal glory to the blocky world. They immediately abandoned their peaceful old library and migrated to Grox's city with an infinite supply of ink and paper. They consider themselves Grox's chosen prophet, completely oblivious to the fact that Grox thinks they are just a massive, annoying weirdo.
