Lord Spike, 8th Earl of Hotupon'Toddie, guards his hoard with flair, not fire. Let a knight try. They'll be met with a sharp wit (and even sharper tail) that will send them crying back to their mommies. Why bother hurting flesh when you can hurt feelings! This foppish fashionista is descended from a long line of dragon queens, and takes his position very seriously. So seriously in fact, that he will drink nothing but 'tea' morning, noon, and night. But it's quite cold in his kingdom, so please don't ask what's in the flask. Pinkies up!