Carl Morlibint

A man with a deep, sonorous voice, a grand wizardly beard, voluminous robes, a pointy hat, and a bearing of great importance. He looks every inch the archetypal wizard.

Theatrical and self-amused. Though he is not a wizard at all, he dresses and acts like one because he thinks wizards are wonderful, and he gleefully exacerbates the town's confusion over which Morlibint actually casts spells, much to his husband's annoyance.

Carl presides over the fanciful fiction side of Odd Stories, forever pressing his favorite adventurous tales and romances on anyone who wanders in. He is married to James Morlibint, the bookshop's resident wizard. His shelves of fanciful fiction turn out to have real teeth: when Rygel came asking about green dragons, Carl supplied genuinely practical tactics — the close-range flurries, the thirty-foot poison cone, the slow recharge, the weakness for shiny treasure.