Ranithra M'keren

Ranithra M’keren wears her deep-goggles on a chain, not her eyes—she hates things that glare at her. Bald and stony-skinned with big dark eyes and a long nose, she keeps a slate in her palm at all times, tallying debts owed to the Order. When trouble starts, she chants exact clauses of her vow, then pins the culprit with a smith-made holy mace.