Also known as the Ankarran Thistle, Magewort, and a general nuisance.
The worst sort of scoundrels and hoodlums. Let down your guard for a even a second and they are on you like Klavadogs.
A man of extremes
In Azur, the streets are crowded, and the PCs' poor grasp of Azuran makes it hard for them to find out why. Still, they shoulder their way through the crowds, trying to get to the house of the renowned wizard they seek, when suddenly they realise they are standing very much alone. The crowds have ceased their talking and their gazes are fixed on the PCs. The imperiously clothed man standing before them smiles and speaks in Azuran: "Ah! Volunteers! And so eager too!"