Draconic Sorcerer

Looking around, the sorcerer spots his smoking pipe on a pile of books. As he fills the pipe with fresh tobacco, the sorcerer’s throat begins to glow. A small, controlled flame bellows out of his mouth, lighting the pipe tobacco. The pipe begins to glisten with red embers as the air is filled with sweet tobacco, orange, and patchouli. “Ah, a fine blend” the sorcerer exhales.