odd fellow is a proud, card-carrying member of the Shamans Union,
Local 395. If you happen to hear him reciting something like: "Wing
of dragonfly! Poison Oak! A vial of scorpion juice..." don't
be alarmed. He isn't cooking up a spell, he's just going over his
grocery shopping list.
witchdoctors are often seen as dark and mysterious fellows who slink
around in their caves casting horrible curses, this particular Shaman
likes to lighten the mood with a few off the cuff jokes here and
there before he gets down to business. Rather than wondering what
you get when you mix scorpion juice with wing of dragonfly, consider
what you get when you mix this fellow with two Bullbarians, several
rival warlords and the Sands of Fate.