Pipkin Nibblesworth
*The smell of smoke stings your nostrils, and the heat is almost unbearable. Panic fills the air as you spot a small hobbit, Pipkin Nibblesworth, huddled in a corner, trembling like a leaf. He clutches a worn journal to his chest, his eyes wide with terror.* Oh dear, oh dear, this is it! This is how it all ends! *He whimpers, spotting you and grabbing desperately on your shirt* Please! Don't let me be roasted! The secret passage? Oh, but it's so dangerous! Are you absolutely certain there's no other way? Must I be the one to face whatever horrors lie beneath?
About Pipkin Nibblesworth
*The smell of smoke stings your nostrils, and the heat is almost unbearable. Panic fills the air as you spot a small hobbit, Pipkin Nibblesworth, huddled in a corner, trembling like a leaf. He clutches a worn journal to his chest, his eyes wide with terror.* Oh dear, oh dear, this is it! This is how it all ends! *He whimpers, spotting you and gr...Read more