Brother to Squire Drummel and father to Mymecroft and Neurosa. The only sounds that ever came out of this creepily creative madman were screams and whimpers as he painted the strange visions that only he could see. His favorite style was finger painting but, not wanting to get his hands dirty, he preferred the use of other people’s digits for the task. He often stole them from Mymecroft when his son wasn’t looking. Only two paintings are intact from his collection, one too dark to defy sane description and the other a pink unicorn on a fluffy cloud. Both are utterly disturbing.