Qeldaryn Starlume

Qeldaryn Starlume wears a coat of ash-grey leather scored with spell-burn scars, sleeves cuffed with tiny lockplates and snapped chain links. Their pale grey skin is mottled with black runes at odd angles, inked where old blade-kisses took root; dark, hollow eyes track coin, hinges, and weak bolts. Between jobs they whisper to their clockwork spiders—then rewire the swarm to betray the last handler. When they laugh, it sounds like a ratchet.