Varron Flint — Potioner of Reversal

Name: Varron Flint
Race: Human
Role: Apothecary & hedge-alchemist
Appearance: Varron is a lean and agile man in his mid-thirties with careful, ink-dark hair tied back and a sleepless smudge beneath earnest hazel eyes. He wears a smoke-blue workcoat, leather wrist guards, and a canvas apron stained with tincture rings. A fine glass stir-rod rides behind one ear; a tiny copper serpent-clip keeps his ledger closed. One finger bears a simple gold band, worn on a cord rather than his hand.

Backstory

A caravan apothecary’s son, Varron grew up in draught-scented wagons measuring out bitters and balms against altitude sickness and rope-burns. Years ago, after a panic he can’t forgive, he brewed his first Unmake—a rare reversal cordial that can unwind a single, very recent change. He used it on his own wedding vow, shattered by fear in the moment. The vow vanished; the hurt remained. Since then, he sells only practical tinctures—ginger for nausea, willowbark for pain, clearheads for focus—and locks the Unmake recipe behind codes and conscience. He’s the kind of man who would rather lose a sale than sell a lie.