Trenchdust

Trenchdust lurks. It's really the best way to describe what he does as he wanders the town, finding unsuspecting visitors and bringing them back to his shop of horrors. Tomes upon tomes of barely contained energies and monsters, potions bottled up and set aside, scrolls messily rolled out on the tables. There are bones, dragon, beastclan, and Other all bagged and properly labeled, as well.

His statue, Angel, keeps unwanted arrivals out of the building. His shop itself is tucked behind and under Hilltop Tavern, where the owner turns a blind eye to what he does down there, as long as she doesn't have to clean up the mess. There is no path to it, no lighting or signage outside, dragons very rarely simply stumble upon it of their own accord.

Trenchdust himself is a shady death mage. He speaks softly, almost kindly, his posture nonthreatening, fins relaxed. His claws are tipped in ice and his whole body is deathly cold, His eyes are glazed over and he rarely blinks. Despite his obvious dangerous aura, dragons find themselves hypnotized by him, easily pulled away to his shop. What happens to them next?