Orendril Ashvak

Orendril Ashvak sells charms out of a dented tin box and keeps the receipts in his sleeve. A half-elf with sun-leather skin and ash-gray hair, he wears a patched coat lined with tiny mirror shards to “bounce” bad bargains back. When he lies, he prays—quietly—then swears the bargain was never written. His casting focus is a chalky black seed set in a silver ring, warm after every use.