<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/p7uOZ6q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chevis the Chic<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“… and that, my dear Alwyn, is why it is so very, very important that we join forces.”  Many people had shared rumors Alwyn's secret lair was at the marketplace.  What luck Chevis had of seeing the mage and realizing it was in the University District all along!<br/><br/>Things had been rough for Chevis latey.  It was almost as bad as the year when Kraken-skin was quite in-season.  (Chevis had been brilliant as ever working with the material, but he had experienced quite the supply chain issue when… well, shall we say…<em>hunting it down.</em>)<br/><br/>This time around?  This time his ally Ixeor had told Chevis that he was ‘off to find the meaning of life’: Chevis was beginning to worry for his ally, seeing that it was starting to seem like a long time to return with a pair of form-fitting, ass-hugging trousers perfect for the Hexvrosexual modern man!  To make his time waiting for Ixeor’s return worse, there was that dreadfully dense newspaper woman who kept getting him confused with the other Chevis.<br/><br/>”Listen, my dear, dear Alwyn…”  He implored to her with a smile.<br/><br/>”I know we have had our differences on political opinions, such as, say… well books.”  Chevis flounced his hand around, trying to dismiss the notion with a totally unique and never-done-before gesture.  In actuality, it just seemed like an oddly-timed choice to snap his fingers and pull on his nose three times.  ”You say books are something to read, and I focus more on their functional aspects.  You see lifeless words, and I can simply see new worlds within books, using the great<em>theater of the mind</em>by folding their paper into intricate earrings, eyeglasses frames, and Hexville’s most literate of merkins…”<br/><br/>Chevis pursed his lips together, making the slightest of tsks.  ”We are both feeling the pressure of our positions, though.  Just look at you, have you seen what working with mermaids has done to you?”  He sighed, hating to be the one to point out the ruggedness of another’s appearance – he was about empowering others after all.  ”You are practically green my dear.  Has that dreadful Jele been asking you to visit her in her underwater kingdom?  As a learned man, I am concerned this might be what happens when you hold your breath for too long.”<br/><br/>With a shrug, Chevis smiles. ”All the same, we are much the same you and I!  I understand you are quite the champion for equal rights.  Have I ever told you of the time that I bravely stood up for the equal protection of the Too-Cute-For-Words in the woods?  Why, the nobles had gotten it into their heads that the poor animals should be discriminated against, and denied the right to be hunted down in order to be turned into the most luxurious of gowns!”<br/><br/>Chevis stood, reaching out to take hold of the woman’s hands, noting that he had never appreciated how large of a bone structure she had.  ”My, you are fierce, my dear.  Together, Alwyn, let’s sew a new path forward for magical female fashion-sensible tortoises everywhere!”<br/><br/>Chevis left Alwyn to think on his proposal, quietly remarking how strange indeed it was that the woman would have so many printing presses in her secret lair.  The poor woman really<em>was</em>a bit too hung up on reading, he supposed.<br/>