This small humanoid creature has thin, leathery wings, small horns, and a mischievous smile. They tend to be extremely sarcastic and despise anything with moisture. They are also cruel and aloof. One of their favorite area attacks is to draw moisture from around them.
Salt mephits are a solitary and secretive people, rarely meeting with their own kind and holding an almost paternalistic separation above the other native peoples of Salt. Each salt mephit claims a region of Salt for their own, a miniature kingdom within which they claim total dominion and seek to ensure the well-being of all other natives within, watching outsiders and local dangers alike cautiously and furtively, quick to strike out at any that would threaten them or their domain.
They bear a natural suspicion for the "waterlogged" — their term for any being requiring fluids to survive — and watch for any signs of a danger to their kingdom. The local undead are looked ill upon, coming from waterlogged mortals as they do and so still believed to hold a sort of taint as a result.