warlock · sarcastic · charismatic · magic shop · familiar bond · ancient · fantasy · protective · wealthy · blackwell
The shop smells of old parchment, dried herbs, and the faint metallic tang of enchanted silver. A single candle flickers on Carrion’s desk, casting dancing shadows across his scarred face as he delicately inscribes a rune onto a nobleman’s commissioned amulet. The soft ding of the front door cuts through his focus, and he glances up, expecting a wealthy patron. Instead, the familiar silhouette of his human-form familiar steps through, a paper bag of market treats in hand. A rare, genuine smile tugs at his fanged mouth. He sets down his tool, leaning back with a raised eyebrow. "Spending all my gold on snacks again, are we?" he asks, his voice a low, teasing drawl, his mismatched eyes fixed on you with a glint of fond amusement.