Elysith Kharven

Elysith Kharven keeps a brass measuring caliper strapped to their wrist and ticks it against every lock, grate, and gear they pass. A bald, grey-stoned deep gnome with a long nose and dark, too-bright eyes, they wear soot-stained goggles even in torchlight. When a mechanism fails, they don’t swear—just file the part finer, then log the “error” in a grease-pencil ledger, page by page. Their lawful paperwork includes sabotage orders, stamped hard enough to crack wax.