Drindelle Varkhun

Drindelle Varkhun wears her hobgoblin crested helm like a habit, not armor—hinges scabbed with soot where she knocked it into a furnace during “tests.” Her robes are patched with different spell-thread, each patch labeled in chalk: *wrong ignition*, *unstable focus*, *sparks only*. When she’s nervous, she counts components by rattling them in a tin. She sells counterfeit “safe” wards from a hole-in-the-wall shop, then breaks in to improve the real ones at night.