Ixaleth Rav'Lun

Ixaleth Rav’Lun wears a scholar’s coat split at the seams for spell components—mica dust stuck to the cuffs, tarry ink stains around her fingers. Her blue-purple skin is scored with faint sigil scars from failed castings. Two curved horns bracket a constant, dry smile; her pupil-less eyes track exits first. When she speaks, it’s to bargain or to correct a mistake—always in precise, cold counts.