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Seen for the first time, Leslie can be rather intimidating. With his barrel chest, tree-trunk legs and booming voice, he manages to hulk despite his short stature. Intimidation often turns to affection, however, once you get to know him. Leslie has a sort of open, friendly baby-face, and his eyes twinkle with barely supressed mirth. Leslie finds joy in everything he does, not the least of which is battle, which he seems to revel in. As warm as he is to his friends, he is savage towards his enemies, and wields his great sword with cold, and deadly, precision.
Leslie died in a suicidal attack against a score of goblin and human slavers. He is buried amongst them north of Misha's Ferry, a day east of Arezzo. Before he died, he killed a bugbear, and died a warrior's death, as he probably would have wished.
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