Krythune Vorel

Krythune Vorel’s opalescent skin carries a faint silver sheen, and her pupil-less eyes glow pale gold beneath a crown of red curls. She performs with a black-lacquered viol, changing lyrics mid-song to suit the room. Her celestial dreams urge her toward noble deeds; she answers by selling the same ballad to both sides of a feud. Krythune heals wounded strangers by touch, then vanishes before anyone can thank her.