Rydoran Qeziak

Rydoran Qeziak wears linen gloves even in prayer, blue skin spotless and faintly slick like lab glass. His domed forehead holds a set of ink-stained measurement marks he swears “keep the holy words consistent.” He clerks in a bellied ledger: every healing, every fee, every delayed treatment scored by time and risk. When he kneels, his elongated fingers tap the same cadence—three counts for vows, two for corrections.