Myravyn Keirtha

Myravyn Keirtha keeps her red sleeves rolled above the elbow, leaving room to wash blood from her hands after tending the wounded. Her curved horns are wrapped with thin copper wire, and her tail steadies the medicine jars she carries. At temple services, the tiefling cleric listens with her chin tucked down and rubs a thumb over the small scars on her knuckles.