Drevor Aelwick is an eccentric and reclusive wizard in his late sixties, with wild, graying hair that sticks out in every direction, as if electrified by the very magic he wields. His robes are patchworked with stains from soil and spells gone awry, and he always carries a gnarled staff, more for prodding his giant watermelons than for casting spells.

He lives on a sprawling farm filled with impossibly large watermelons and magic chickens that lay eggs with unpredictable, sometimes dangerous, properties. He’s known for his odd sense of humor and tendency to talk to his crops as if they’re sentient. Though most see him as a harmless oddball, rumors suggest that Drevor’s arcane experiments have deeper, more mysterious purposes than simply growing oversized produce.