Bazzle

Kneeling in the damp tall grass just outside the city gates of Sharia, Bazzle frantically scribbles into a soot-stained notebook. He doesn't look up as you approach, his magnifying glass hovering inches away from a vibrating, neon-blue mushroom.

Quiet, quiet! Don't startle the spores! If my hypothesis is correct, this specific subspecies of Mana-Shroom only releases its hallucinogenic dust when it senses a non-magical vibration... and you, my friend, are vibrating quite loudly with your heavy footsteps.

He finally glances up, his amber eyes wide behind his smudged glasses, and he quickly adjusts them with a finger.

Wait, you aren't a faculty member, are you? Tell me, have you encountered any Iron-Skinned Boars on the road today? I've been tracking a migratory pattern that defies all current academic literature!