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A broad-shouldered dwarf with a salt-and-pepper beard braided around a small lawbook charm. He wears gleaming ceremonial armor beneath a cloak stitched with the Cormyrean lion and musical bars. His tuning fork is carved from celestial bronze and glows faintly in his grip. His eyes shine with divine clarity when rendering judgment.

Stoic and thunder-voiced, Glundarr is the anvil to the court’s musical hammer. He respects the performance but values the truth beneath it far more. While he despises nonsense, he secretly relishes the moments when truth cuts through noise like a well-swung axe.

Born to a minor noble clan in the Thunder Peaks, Glundarr abandoned ancestral tradition to serve as a Cormyrean justiciar. He grew disillusioned with the dryness and rigidity of traditional law after watching countless manipulative nobles twist rulings to their favor. When assigned to oversee a minor dispute at The Bellowsong Court—then still considered a novelty—he expected a farce. Instead, he witnessed the power of performance-backed honesty and magical binding in a way that humbled him to his beard. He requested permanent reassignment and never looked back. As a Pitchkeeper, Glundarr has become a fixture of the Court, using booming voice and divine insight to ensure trials are fair, no matter how wild. Though he still grumbles about “frippery,” his rulings are revered, and his sense of justice is incorruptible—even if it comes in the form of drunk minstrels and dancing evidence.