Kalthuul Threxen

Kalthuul Threxen keeps ledger marks on his forearms in black soot, neat columns for every debt he’s paid and every name he’s promised to protect. A blue-red tiefling with smooth, curved horns and pupil-less eyes, he wears a scholar’s coat lined with iron-threaded wards. When negotiations stall, he speaks in measured clauses and draws a sigil in chalk—then fires eldritch bolts from a brazier-sized grimoire.