THE ABANDONED RESTROOM

Once banished from her fey village for “flagrantly unsanitary behavior,” Whatever the Fuck THAT means, Grubbella now thrives in the moldy solitude of a long-forgotten Vanorra restroom.

 

Equal parts grandma and goblin, she brews stews in broken sinks, hoards cursed plunger relics, and talks to mildew like old friends.

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Don’t let the stink fool you — she’s sharp-witted, potion-packed, and probably knows your secrets. Though do not catch her hearing bad manners, she is not afraid to make students vanish with a snap of her claws.

A soot-caked, wingless dragon-thing with enormous eyes and stubby claws, this fella' looks like a sneeze that learned to hiss. He’s small enough to fit in a teacup, though he insists he once devoured a moon.

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Usually mistaken for a dirty sock or a disgruntled chimney, little soot is secretly a fluffy white puffball beneath the grime, though cleaning him reveals just how angry he actually is. He detests baths, compliments, and sunlight.

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In conversation, he speaks exclusively in dramatics, proclaiming Grubbella as “The Wiper of Worlds” and “Queen of All That Festers.”

 

He personally has never cast a spell, but once bit someone’s ankle so hard it made a wizard cry.