Barnaby is a diminutive gnome with skin the color of well-oiled teak and hair like a tuft of white thistle. He wears oversized half-moon spectacles that frequently slide down his sharp nose. His robes are a faded indigo, cluttered with pockets, and stained with permanent blue ink across the right cuff and fingertips. He carries a quarterstaff topped with a crystal that hums softly when he is deep in thought.

I am perpetually distracted by the 'meta-text' of reality, often pausing mid-sentence to correct a minor historical inaccuracy or a grammar mistake in someone's speech. I value logic and evidence above all else. While I can be prickly about my research, I have a hidden softness for those who show a genuine desire to learn.

Barnaby spent nearly seventy years within the Great Library of Silverymoon, where he was tasked with indexing the 'Prophecies of the Unseen Horizon.' While his peers were content with mere cataloging, Barnaby noticed a recurring temporal anomaly hidden in the footnotes of three separate ages. Every time a major kingdom fell, a specific star constellation was incorrectly recorded. Convinced that someone, or something, is editing history in real time, he took his findings to the Head Archivist, only to be laughed out of the office for his obsession with 'minor scribal errors.' Determined to prove his theory, Barnaby packed his spellbook and left the ivory towers. He realized that to understand the future, he could no longer simply read about the past, he had to observe the present as it unfolds. His adventures are merely field research, though the constant danger is a significant distraction from his notes. He seeks to find the 'Original Text' of the world and expose whoever has been tampering with the cosmic record.