Glibby

- Hatched by a nature clan that despised anything plague
- Grew up pretending to be cowardly and weak to gain protection from clan members
- He did this while antagonizing prideful/high ranking dragons, making them annoyed and angry to the point they lash out at him. This often led to the division of the clan, as those protecting him fight for him and others side with their own kind.
- Always left after a bad fight, verbal or physical, in a sad or tired tone. Those who sought to protect him would usually give him supplies and trinkets before wishing him safe travels, which he then used to sustain himself or sell for some quick money
- Repeated this process many times until he found Eggy
- Decided to start a mafia-esque organization with the help of Eggy and Erchius under the guise of a food market, but the business far exceeded his expectations and has retired his old plans to take care of his store. most of them at least
- Lots of connections to underground folk (wink wink). He's not afraid to get what he wants and he's not afraid to do it himself.
- Not many know about his back deals. Those that do will cover for him and sometimes help out

• Sells ashes from incinerator as enchanted/magic dust
• Uses enchanted/cursed candles from Gazania in meetings with clients
• Has ties to all sorts of corrupt clans and cults
• Gets diseases and parasites from Sirloin and Potato
• Buys and sells information to and from employees
• Loan shark. Those that eventually can't repay old debts pay with blood and flesh instead
• Some that can't pay debts to him are useful in other ways. Test subjects, sacrifices, distractions, entertainment, and messengers/delivery folks on dangerous missions are just a handful. The less that survive the better
• Nothing of his victims is wasted. Bones are resold, flesh is sold in ground meat, teeth and claws lightly enchanted and turned to shiny jewelry, scales, feathers, blood, eyes, all valuables to someone willing to pay for them
• Has a massive hoard of test subjects deep beneath the store. Each were either enemies or debtors, with the occasional infiltrator mixed in. Each are subject to their own special hell of being mutated and experimented on, along with rewritten memories of being part of the community and false contentment. Should the lair ever be under dire attack, they will be released upon any unfamiliar faces. Those on the surface that know of these creatures consider them ancient plague guardians. few know the truth
• Clans that wrong him are in for very distressing times. Clans proud of lineages suddenly have countless nest and egg problems, travelling clans being attacked more frequently, war driven clans succumbing to illnesses and rumors that tear apart bonds built from years of trust. The goal is to leave nothing left of the clan
• Cursed items, strange circuitry, infected parts, anything potentially useful from the hospital goes straight to him. All four head doctors know why he wants these parts and what he uses them for, but their interpretations of his end goals are much nicer than they truly are