Maglorix

Maglorix - Head of Customs
Keen eyes glinted a dull red in the afternoon sun, watching intently as crates and machinery rolled past. The latest shipment of goods had come in and at a glance, everything seemed to be in order. Of course, this couldn't be said for sure until Maglorix had personally checked the numbers and confirmed it. Forgery wasn't uncommon when it came to expensive goods as people often attempted to push the price up or retain some of the trade using fancy words and fine print to cover their tracks. However, nothing escaped his finely trained eye, not even a cent. A notebook bursting to the brim with few spare pages held the records of previous shipments and those yet to arrive - the size, weight, quantity, quality, date of arrival. Everything had been listed systematically with nothing overlooked. Briefly, he glanced down at it to run over the details before heading down to the shipment yard for inspection. Through rows of imports he strolled, almost leisurely in his pace. Close on his heels, a long serpentine creature with a humanoid torso slid behind him, alert for threats. Suddenly, Maglorix stiffened, something off about the small package before him. This isn't supposed to be here. Quietly to himself he mumbled, faint words catching nearby worker's attention. "Well now, what do you have here?"

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Nobody knows how Maglorix came into his position, all that's known of him is his plague clan descent and that he's damn good at his job, a perfectionist in every sense. In the eyes of the dragonfolk, Maglorix is a strange dragon who chooses to wear bandages soaked with blood. Whether it's his own, nobody knows, and the skydancer himself refuses to offer any comment on it, only offering a barking order to get back to work. There's been much speculation around his appearance, rumors circulating that he wears these bandages as a result of scrapping with thieves after their cargo, remaining victorious yet injured. Others insist it's the blood of his enemies and the scent of it keeps them from coming back, a warning to all those who would cross their kingdom. Dragons oblivious to plague dragon culture assume it's a fashion choice born of his former society. To children, however, these bandages are colored with food dye to project an intimidating image. However, the more you hear, the weirder it gets - rumors such as he's burdened with an incurable disease that causes bloodletting. Regardless of whichever you choose to believe, it has gained him many secret admirers inspired by the courage and determination he displays when it comes to ensuring the safety of both his cargo and his kingdom. And should he ever disclose the truth, trust you listen well, for he'll not repeat it twice.

Bonded Familiar

Serthis Potionmaster

Familiar

This potions specialist has been trying to teach shadow magic for five years... but the congregation keeps passing him over for less-experienced Serthis.

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