Myrithra Qelvani

Myrithra Qelvani carries a slate in her off hand, chalk dust clinging to her pawlike fingers. The long, upright ears of her harengon head twitch at footfalls and lie—she counts steps, then recites the “proper” route like a prayer she’ll enforce. Brown-grey fur, white chin, and a short tail that flicks whenever a rule bends. Her fists stay wrapped in oiled cloth; she only uses them after measuring angles.