Althran Xylaros

Althran Xylaros keeps a ledger-thin prayerbook tucked inside his coat, the pages ruled with tiny, bloodless ink corrections. A tall, hairless vedalken with blue skin and elongated fingers, he wears ivory clasps scored with measurement marks. When others speak vows, he asks for the wording in triplicate—then recites exactly what he wrote, never more.