Draxul Vethsor

Draxul Vethsor wears a soot-stained robe patched with dull iron plates, and his blue-red skin shines where spellfire has burned it smooth. Two curved horns chalked with black ash flank his fixed, pupil-less gaze. He speaks through clenched pointed teeth, tapping chalk-dust runes onto his own spellbook cover, then jerks his prehensile tail to check the ink doesn’t boil.