Despite his dapper top hat and surprisingly clean attire, Fizzwick isn’t your average street peddler. He hails from the soot-stained undercity of Glimmerdark, where his family has for generations specialized in two very distinct, yet equally explosive, trades: the delicate art of wand-crafting and the decidedly less delicate art of bomb-making.

Fizzwick, however, always had a flair for the theatrical, and an even greater flair for making a profit. He ventured to the surface world, not to conquer or plunder, but to set up shop. His charming (to some) smile and unnervingly bright blue eyes are a staple at obscure magical markets and shadowy back alleys.

Customers, whether they be aspiring sorcerers or desperate adventurers, know that Fizzwick’s “Boom-Wand Emporium” is the place to go for a finely balanced blasting wand, or a firecracker that could level a small cottage. He’s a shrewd negotiator, always with a twinkle in his eye and a suspicious bulge under his waistcoat – probably just more inventory, or perhaps a particularly potent new prototype.