Olyntara Zheknis

Olyntara Zheknis wears her minotaur horns ringed with warped copper wire, each loop snugmed with bite-marks from stress. She keeps a blackened tome wrapped in oilcloth and taps the spine twice before casting, like a lock. When spoken to, her reply comes late—never from the mouth, but from the spelllight crawling under her fingernails.