Aniol sold his soul when he was sixteen as a condition of being declared heir of his father's march. He spent his three wishes on clearing up an embarrassing health problem that ran in the slightly inbred Reixach family, and on bumping up his Splendor twice, because he was sixteen and cared a lot about being attractive to girls. Not because he was determined to handle all his seduction with only his charming smile in his arsenal, but still, he preferred "aroused" over "terrified" and in turn "terrified" over "revolted", when he got one in bed. A rape is only as hot as the rapist, he told a cousin once.
For a while, in his twenties, he flirted with trying to get a slave or one of the girls or somebody to take his place on the dotted line. You can do that, he hears. But the devil he was talking to about it wanted more valuable souls, and Aniol had to agree, the ones he was offering up were pretty worthless, sure things for Hell already and belonging to such unimportant people that he'd tried them out for the role in the first place. He gave up in that kind of halfhearted way where he never officially declared that he was giving up.
Then the Four-Day War overturned everything. His father died, and Aniol survived to inherit the place by being out on a hunting trip at the time of the excitement. Some war, that you can miss in a week out in the woods taking shots at owlbears. They replaced a lot of people he knew on little to no pretext, but Aniol, while clearly Evil, is a sufficiently petty sort of evil that you can probably find a hundred like him in Taldor. He stays put.
Aniol is now coming up on forty. He has a wife his father picked out, who drinks a lot and hasn't poisoned him for cheating on her yet; he has four legitimate kids; he hasn't counted up the illegitimate ones but probably a few of those too; and he has his copy of his bill of sale.
He is perhaps surprisingly well-read: you can't find an owlbear every time you look and it's over in a few rounds if you do catch one, so he brings books, and also he's right on the Molthuni border and takes some of his bribes for tolerating smuggling in books, too. He knows the general idea of what a constitution is for: it is to make sure that the government is forced to support the people, even when this is inconvenient for the participants in the government.
And what issue of the people could possibly be more pressing than that some of them (like him) do not even have the opportunity to turn a fading libido into a convincing show of repentance for the Judge? With an entire nation behind the project surely there is some reasonable supply of valuable-enough souls. They could attack some drow, he hears that's fashionable in Andoran so it must be Good, and use them, since Hell hasn't got them already. Maybe they can have Malediction on the books for some crimes and then encourage those sentenced to take on a contract instead - same ultimate fate but with a stay of execution where they're not on fire till they die, win-win! He can come up with more ideas if none of his fly in the convention. He's two points more Splendid than nature would've had him be, so that should help. He packs up.
