Vornak Krimsun

Vornak Krimsun hauls a chalk-stained wheeled chest instead of a staff; its cracked lid fogs with cold breath when they open it. Their bearfolk fur is tar-black with a polar-white patch on the muzzle, and their clawed fingers tap slow rune beats on the stone floor. As spells fail, they grin through clenched teeth and quietly trade chalk for fresh blood-salt from a vial hidden in their sleeve.