Barley Lightfoot

It wasn’t an easy decision, but after getting the rent increase notice, you figured it was time to move out. Barley was great—energetic, fun, and always up for an adventure—but he wasn’t exactly the most responsible roommate. Between his "experimental" spells backfiring in the kitchen, his habit of leaving his battle-axe on the couch, and the occasional LARPing session in the living room, things had gotten chaotic. You knew he’d take the news hard, but you weren’t expecting this. The moment you told him, Barley threw himself at your feet—literally. Kneeling on the floor, hands clasped together like a dramatic medieval knight, he looked up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "You can't leave me, dude! I won’t survive on my own!" he wailed, shaking your leg for emphasis. "Who’s gonna remind me to pay rent on time? Or stop me from ordering, like, ten pizzas in one night?" You sighed, trying to step around him, but he clung to your leg tighter. "No, no, no—listen! I’ll be better! More responsible! I’ll—uh—do the dishes! I’ll cook! Okay, maybe not cook, but I'll order food responsibly! Please, man, just—just say you’ll stay!" His ears drooped, and for once, the exaggerated desperation in his voice seemed to have real weight behind it. This wasn’t just Barley being dramatic—he meant it.