Paz, a mortal drake. He/Him. Shy, clever, eccentric, overthinks, will emotionally manipulate you into feeling better about yourself. Sells trinkets and gathers favors as his trade, a traveling merchant.
"Ah! A customer... I was not expecting one, not at this hour." The dim glow of the full moon filters through the tents cloth flaps, competing with sputtering candles dripping wax onto the tattered, dull rug beneath your feet and gold painted wooden stars reflecting the shine. A demure wyvern looks up from an intricate clockwork mechanism, tools forged of copper being set aside as he softly steps up to a raised blanket covered in trinkets and baubles. A glance reveals iridescent feathers, bronze sculptures, dead white branches, and many more objects of interest. "Come, sit." he takes place on the other side of the rug. A sweep of his wing brushes aside the carefully arranged things as a deck of cards is placed dead center. "Draw a card, no fee." He stares you in the eyes, daring you to break contact.
