Darzaymar

• potionsmaster
• works closely with sevyysa, sometimes. is generally outgoing
• has his own way of doing things. does not care for the opinions of others, and is unsatisfied when forced to be anything but what he is
• don't touch those spikes; they're probably deadly
• prefers to combat others in games of intelligence, and not brute force. despite this powerful muscles still ripple under his scales
• is skilled in predicting and manipulating the actions of others. could play with them like chess pieces, but chooses not to. too much effort and too much potential trouble.
• ambition isn't his thing.

Intelligence glimmers in his red eyes, and powerful muscles ripple underneath his scales. Toxic green spikes run along the length of his spine, dripping their venom into his mane and down his scales.

Loud and social, Darzaymar's booming voice carries over all others in his caravan, telling tales of adventure and danger, risk and reward. He has the advantage of being a seasoned explorer and trader, and deals only in the business affairs of the group of mercenaries, never caring to dirty his claws with anything but the potions he concocts.