Mugwort is creepy little needle-fanged pixie with lime green eyes, grey skin, white hair, and tattered luna moth wings. He wears clothes made from cobwebs and bat wings. He lives in the rafters of the station house and eats insects and rodents that infest the building.
Mugwort owes his presence in the RHC to a provision of Fey Pact 495c, which states,
For the span of one hundred years of Risur,
For one drop of wine for each child’s first cry,
We grant five fey knights worth their weight in silver.*
*Translated from Primordial
As with every negotiation with the Unseen Court, the humans didn’t get everything they expected when a group of pixies showed up to fulfill the fey side of the bargain. The pixies aren’t regarded to be worth very much, but correspondingly don’t weigh that much either. Risuri officials don’t regard the price as too onerous (it works out to something like 30 bottles of wine a year). They also don’t want to risk other parts of the same pact that have to do with Fey agreeing not to make false navigation beacons nor do they want to incite retribution against the children mentioned in the pact, so they pony up the wine on the first full moon of the year.
Mugwort is a thane of Cu’kularch, a formorian lord of the Dreaming. Five years ago, Mugwort was summoned and then shuffled off to the mortal realms in order to satisfy a complex series of obligations to the Unseen Court. He didn’t know the other pixies in the bargain beforehand, but they are from a Seelie tribe ostensibly at war with his own back in the Dreaming (they are too isolated to actually fight). He hates their gaily-colored asses with every fiber of his being, but his oath prevents him from being openly hostile to them while they remain in service with him. [If it pleases the DM, their names are Thistledown, Yewberry, Cowslip, and Wisteria. They aren’t necessarily serving in Flint or even in the RHC but are somewhere in service to Risur.]
Mugwort’s term of service is another 95 years which is not be terribly long for a pixie, but he does find humans and the process of Law terribly dull and longs to return to his swampy homeland. His tribe is small (only 12 pixies), but Mugwort is their titular leader even though the tribe listens to Crone Sphagnum over him most of the time.
Mugwort is bound to follow the orders he receives in conduct of his duty for the RHC. He generally does his duty well, but tends to inflict more pain and suffering than is strictly necessary. Mugwort sometimes frustrates his superiors when he misconstrues orders, but they have generally learned to word things carefully to avoid unfortunate “misunderstandings”.
