Dreshna

Dreshna moves like a cutout in candlelight—present only where the darkness permits. Umbral-black veins web her hands and neck, and when she settles into cover, shadows seem to gather around her instead of retreating. She wears a ranger’s leathers too well-fitted for the road, stitched with thin cords that click faintly when she draws a bow. Her gaze stays level and measuring, the sort that counts distances, angles, and debts in the same breath. Where other hunters track game, Dreshna tracks what flees from torchfire—and she never misses.