Qelthar Vradin

Qelthar Vradin keeps his lawful ledger on a leather strap across his chest, stamped with kiln-dried clay seals from every guild he’s ever “audited.” A seven-foot loxodon with thick grey hide, small tusks, and ears like dish plates, he uses his prehensile trunk to braid tie-down knots and count rations by touch. He trains with a short sword and heavy buckler, locking steps to shouted cadence from his own scribbled commands. He doesn’t break rules—he rewrites them in ink.