Vranck

Vranck is a well known presence in the lair, having joined the small circle of Alchemists that call the clan home, brewing potions and poisons for the clan and for a profit.

He does however, have a terrible habit of his potions going wrong, and they tend to turn to poisons. Perhaps its his poison dart frog, Bri, who is contaminating them- but he would never tell the little frog to leave his cauldron alone- after all, his failed potions add to the color of his capsule.

He has taken a mate within the clan, a guardian dragon named Heza, who had settled here shortly before he himself and who is a botanist who is more then happy to help her husband gather ingredients for his potions.

Recently, when a new face joined the lair- a small Bogsnek hatchling- he was called to see to her as she had travelled through the plague lands to get there, and some of the sickness was still clinging to her.

And not only that- as it turns out, the hatchling is his granddaughter, from one of his children that had since moved away to find her charge.

Once the hatchling had settled, he reached out to her, sending a letter- that he received a response to quickly.

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Dear father,
I apologise for not having written sooner, especially since I know you've probably been worried. About Kieran though, let me say first that I am so glad she has found you. You're right to say we're similar, in fact that may be why she left. I never could keep track of her even while she was here, and it worried me greatly when I thought I'd lost her.. While I found shelter in the shadows, perhaps my being from the arcane lands has influenced her in more ways than one. As to visiting, I'd be glad to come home once in a little while. As much as I regret to say it though, I think I've settled down somewhat. Thank you for the print, and I trust you'll take the best care of her!
-Arcana
P.S. As to her father, I would sincerely request that you do not dig too far into that. It was a one time thing.