Olyndra Mournshade

Olyndra Mournshade wears her Gaunt frame in layered dusk-gray leathers, sleeves stitched with black mourning threads that fray at the cuffs. Dark, hollow eyes track angles she never explains. Her pale grey skin bears half-healed claw scars and inked mourning sigils that throb when she’s angry. She speaks in clipped promises, then bares a greataxe carved from stolen gate-iron—its haft cold as grave-stone—only when someone is about to get hurt.