Orzula Tharkai

Orzula Tharkai keeps a ledger of debts in oilcloth and counts them out loud—soft, steady numbers—while her iron-toed boots clomp down alley planks. A thick-orc with a shaved mohawk and a hooked scar over her lip, she wears a burglar’s coat over mail and paints her nails with cheap resin for grip. She stabs locks with a patience-creased lockpick set, then marks the victim’s door with ash and a legal glyph she forges herself.