The Great Magnificus is not a perfectly ordinary weasel, and you can see that even from a distance. His dark, blue-lustered fur (which he has since a most unusual accident with a magical mushroom) stands out from a crowd almost as much as his personality. Magnificus wants to be seen, and it'd take a mind like a drugged stone wall not to turn your head when he passes by.

A former master street juggler, inventor of the magical Exploding Wine Ball, founder of the Wine Magicians' Guild, thrice-annual winner of the Harrowgate infinisyllabic contest (arranged by Magnificus himself), banishment due to alleged attempt at destroying Triskellian, the list of remarkable accolades goes on. Does Magnificus thrive from all the attention he's getting? You bet. In the end, though, Magnificus finds the truth in wine, as is also the motto of the Wine Magicians' Guild: In Vino Veritas.

To say that Magnificus is a drunkard is to say that a fish is thirsty. Wine is Magnificus's natural element, and he's devoted most of his sober moments to consecrate the holiness of this purest of liquids. Thus, his sober moments are kept to a comfortable minimum. During some of his more profound sacramental boozes, Magnificus has hinted that he's actually seen a Wine Elemental, but so far, noone has managed to get an idea of how to summon one, let alone how to stop it from drinking everything in sight.

Currently, Magnificus is much into travelling. Ever since he met Dion D'Vine, he's been on the search for new intoxicological phenomena to experience and experiment with. His journeys take him all over Calabria, so if you manage to catch him or his fellow wine magicians, be sure to buy him or them a drink. This is possibly the best possible investment you can make in your life.
(This paragraph is sponsored by the Wine Magicians' Guild)