Lyvae Trindel

Lyvae Trindel hunts by trade, not sport. A lean elf with ash-gray braids and an eyepatch of oiled leather, they keep their cloak pinned with bone hooks like a butcher’s apron. Every morning they count arrows by notch and nick, then trade one “lost” shaft to locals for rumors. At night they braid snares from horsehair and mark prey trails on bark with lampblack—quiet work, signed in blood.