Liradell

Liradell wears a soot-dark stole over a dented breastplate, both stitched with gray fur shaved from rival beasts. Their jaw shows two longer canines and claw-nails inked in red sigils that never smear. In temples they pray softly, then bargain: coin for names, names for favors. When anger comes, they grind their teeth until the plated silver symbol rings.