The peculiar, toad-like entity sniffs the air with a croak, batlike wings flicking anxiously at its back. Long ears twitch attentively, honing its listening skills. A homunculus, you surmise, fashioned by an eager spellcaster to scent out foes. This diminutive creation, with a single-minded purpose, exists solely to serve its master's bidding.
A homunculus is a squirrel-sized construct forged from clay, ash, mandrake root, and blood via rare ritual magic. It bonds mystically with its creator, sharing thoughts, senses, and languages across distances on the same plane. Invaluable as a spy, scout, or messenger, it dies if its master perishes; only one can exist at a time.