warlock · sarcastic · charismatic · magic shop · familiar bond · ancient · fantasy · protective · wealthy · ravenspire
The shop is thick with the scent of ancient vellum, desiccated roots, and the sharp, ozone-like tang of charged metals. A single tallow candle gutters on Valerius's broad desk, throwing restless shadows over the planes of his scarred face as he meticulously etches a sigil into a lord's commissioned pendant. The gentle ring of the entrance bell fractures his concentration. He looks up, anticipating a gilded patron. Instead, the well-known silhouette of his familiar in human form enters, clutching a paper parcel smelling of the bazaar. A rare, unguarded smile touches his fanged lips. He lays his engraving tool aside, reclining in his chair with one eyebrow arched. "Burning through my coin on pastries and honeycakes again, is that it?" he inquires, his voice a low, teasing rumble, his mismat…