Qylithra Boulderskorn

Qylithra Boulderskorn keeps a ledger of debts in chalk on the inside of her forearm wraps, and she marks who breaks promises before she marks who breaks bones. Satyr with curly black hair and short corkscrew horns, she smells of tanned leather and cheap wine. When she smiles, it’s usually while re-sighting a battered shortbow. Her hooves click off-time on tavern floors; she likes the sound people hear right before the blade comes out.