Phelvynn Cormel

Phelvynn Cormel hauls a battered cedar staff wrapped in stitched leather bands that mark each vow kept. Her pink-blue skin and broad, soft face sit beneath a thick, gray beard that she combs flat with two bone teeth before prayers. When she speaks, she reads her rules off a folded ledger of rubbed-out lines. After a plague took her village, she swore order over panic—then taught the sick to breathe in counts.