Das Bugg, Gimit the underdweller, bridge troll, thunder ogier, slimy spawn, cellar dweller, and overall generally nice critter.. Lost in the machine, the underbelly of Rhydin. Guards the bridge leading to Timpkin's Cauldron.  Unaffected by magical attacks, was made by the The Elders, a group of Mages long gone, patiently awaiting their return. 18 foot tall when not hunched over, but he slouches so it tops out at 12 foot normally. 4753 pounds, has always had trouble dieting. Dullish grey green overall with a wide toothy grin and yellow eyes. Little tufts of black wiry hair spring up here and there. It spends it’s days guarding bridges, and roads. Certified collector of wedding taxes or introducing those that don’t to it’s large cudgel. Often waxes nostalgic. Trained in Toll collection, fortune telling, soothsaying, sage. Has a taste for expensive wine and a penchant for gravy, any kind of gravy. "Many of life's questions we already have the answers for, but we cannot form the question, perhaps our mouths are stapled shut." “Who cares, I’m the only one.” Its reply to inquiries of its species.