Luxanoth

He doesn't really need the crucible he wears. It's more to make other dragons comfortable. They tend to look at him askance when he just spits up liquid metal without any visible tools, and in one particularly backwards town, he was run out by a mob too provincial to have seen his type before. He'd heard that WindSky Weyr was more open-minded, but still chooses to set himself up in private, where he can gear up should a visitor drop by. In fact, he finds the smoky aroma strangely comforting now.