Mytril Xandiroth

Mytril Xandiroth defaults to a ghost-pale changeling with white skin and large colorless eyes, face smooth as planed bone and a voice kept low behind thin lips. They never knock: a fingertip slides over the lock’s seam, then they’re gone before anyone notices the click. Between jobs, they practice changing—same stance, different silhouettes—until their breath stops betraying them. When a mark bleeds, Mytril leaves coins for the widowed and takes the next trail.