If you walk into his wondrous shop of soap and bath goodies, you'll fall for the magic that is his lovely scented ovals, and if not then, the red curtain of hair. And then it will part and you will see an impossibly perfect silhouette and pearly whites smiling back to you. His wit is as sharp as his teeth. This smiling wolf has settled down and made his home here away from Nipoor. If you ask him what he did back then, his story is always changing. Once he even claimed to have fought a dragon St. George style or summoned djinns. Though the latter is more of a theft deterrent story than anything. His little shop features soap, salts, scrubs, powder, ephemera, chocolate goodies from Morecambe and a small selection of perfumes from Killian McSweeney since the cad's always off on some grand adventure. He's done it all so he's content to stay home and tend to his garden. He claims he carries his awkwardly large knife (more like sword) for his garden and pruning but when he's poured over his finance books, a scar running down the base of his spine can be seen. Inquiring minds want to know, but not enough to get close to those sharp teeth.
War was waged when he first arrived for Morecambe was not having anyone else monopolize McSweeney's quickly decreasing free time. She poisoned him at first but not without breaking out in hives thanks to his gift of soap. It was a sadistic round of holiday gift giving that ended up with McSweeney wretching his guts while confined to the bath tub because the greedy little piggie wanted both their gifts. But that's for another story, and Morecambe came out with a new purpose for her chocolates. And Zeddock remained steadfast as ever. Now they're friends but for the exact nature and history between Zedock and McSweeney remains unknown. Also of dubious nature is which saponification oils he uses for such moisturizing lather. A gifted storyteller, clients come for the beautiful soaps as well as his captivating tales.
