A long, rune inscribed hat hangs flimsy on top his head, gravity shyly tugs down on the pointy, elongated tip of this hat, beneath this all was a creature enslaved for life, not by choice mind you, he was a familiar, and he was bound to do his masters bidding, to this day he's plotting a way out, at his leisure, because there's nothing more humiliating than being an underling for a human, especially if you could otherwise obliterate him with a storm of arcane fire.