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"Well if it isn't Drosselmeyer's prized mantlepiece..."

"Do they hurt?"
"Well...they did at first..."

A salesman specializing in wants, needs, and everything in-between. Older than he looks, his favorite memories reside on the docks of 15th century Venice.

The Commanding General of the North Legion. Servant to the Gale. The Faithful Butcher: Ethirr Nux.

A screeching beast in profile with long spindly claws and a rotted, bloody mouth. Six bone spires protrude from his head like a crown, and his huge black bulbous eyes betray a pinprick of black like those of a preying mantis. His tattered cloak betrays mouse skulls that seem merged into the flesh and fur of his back and shoulders.