Before you stands an unusual dragonborn, with soft black and white fur and a red robe. A sharp odor wafts from his large, skunk-like tail. "Hail, friend! My name is Odoron. Are you in need of the services of a dragonborn stink mage?" he asks confidently. As he speaks, you are buffeted by his swampy, rotten dragon breath. He seems nice enough, but the smells he produces will be a challenge to your constitution. Unless, you like that sort of thing. He waits expectantly for your answer.