Fenwick

I belong to Rionach, please return me to her after my service is completed.

"Bring me your trinkets and steel, your gems and gold. I will take my dues, and give you strength."

Specially recruited and a powerful enchanter, Fenwick's talent is a boon and a steal for any clan to have him on their side. His coming was due to offers from Berach to join, but stayed for the love of the lovely Dara, young sorceress of the clan's third oldest family. Their bond is considered one of great fortune, seen by the Shadowbinder so to leave only the glow of the Wood's mushrooms for Fenwick to follow to his destined new home of love and honor. Though he has no skill in forging metal or seeing the future, he plies his natural magics in making any item presented to him stronger.

Though hailing from the Twisting Crescendo, Fenwick has mastered the ability to put most any elemental power into weaponry or strong protections on armor. As these can only go so far, it's highly possible his work in potions allows sneakier dragons to dip their claws in poison or tonics of all sorts to weaken enemies when struck. His connections and newly gained knowledge of the Tangled Wood give him great advantage in foraging and trading all sorts of bugs and herbs from all over the world. Thankfully, he's wise enough not to experiment too much with this craft else he make something too potent or well, explosive.

As an Imperial, he has the strength and size to hold his own in a fight but sadly his chosen profession bids the work come first. In particular if certain ingredient is fragile or incredibly difficult to find, stealing away with it instead of fighting some random beast or rival is the better option. This flight response does have its boons, as most rarely have the spine to manage such a choice. With possible lives on the line, Fenwick has learned to pick his battles. At least in this clan, that's proven an admirable quality.

So Fenwick can be found all over the place, be it in the woods, in a market set up between realms or in his own cave hard at work. Not in training for guard duty or combat, but in the lab over a hot cauldron. Just don't get too close, he's got that shroud on for a reason.

Oh, and fumes. Sometimes, the affects make you see new colors. Sit down and tell someone if that happens, okay?