Quiradorn Velthas

Quiradorn Velthas wears ash-gray skin that catches candlelight in faint bands and pupilless pale-white eyes that never quite blink. He writes spell notations on parchment wrapped in oilskin, muttering Celestial law-phrases while his sleeves reek of burnt rosemary. After an angel’s dream named him a judge, he sold his temple seal and now wields counterspell like paperwork.