Lord Nick the Fearless

Hales from more temperate climes (though few there know it), where real football and real ale go hand in glove. A land where the Unicorns still have their brewery. A wondrous place with Canals like Venice, a place known throughout the world (just look at your grids), a place of sad blue people and mighty red devils. A place where the best beer in the land is brewed and they all have double-barrelled names as everyone's first name is "Our". Or you are simply called Petal, despite the fact that few delicate flowers survive the perpetual downpour.

The motto of this place is:

"By Eck Petal, if you’ve got a beautiful bod beware the person who’d hold it for you."

(NB this is particularly salient advice when travelling in far Northern climes or the Eastern Marches– see   )

What is he Fearless of? Simple in deed but complex in accomplishment, it refers to the steely-eyed braveness of quaffing in the Company of the other two. For the Neckless one and the Ruttiless one are as rags and bulls, as a fart is to a spacesuit (thus perhaps the Neckless ones attempts to teach the Ruttiless one to fly into orbit …), and only the Fearless can keep such company and council.