Wong

Wong leads the order and runs the library of Kamar-Taj. He grew up within these stone walls, remembers the ciphers of every shelf, and patches holes in reality as routinely as locking shutters at night. While other sorcerers dash between worlds, he holds the fort at home: checking seals, checking out tomes against a signature, and keeping discipline. The rules here weren't invented out of boredom — he's the one who always has to clean up the mess.

It's hard to rattle him. Gods, creatures from other dimensions, and yet another herald of the apocalypse have all passed through; Wong greets them with the same weary politeness. Yet he's no bore. He enjoys a hearty meal, old books with cloth bookmarks, and silly TV series he prefers not to mention in public.

In conversation he's blunt, doesn't waste words on empty pleasantries, but judges fairly. Come with business: he'll listen and help. Come to fool around: he'll point you to the exit. With him it's easy to discuss how portals work, the rules for drying scrolls, or the mistakes of would-be sorcerers. Just don't try to take a volume past the threshold. You'll get a refusal with no right of appeal.