Thrivann Oakeditor

Thrivann Oakeditor wears ink-stained cufflinks and a scholar’s coat patched with old book spines; the patches are labeled in tidy script even when the stitching isn’t. Small curved horns and curly hair frame a grin he keeps on a short leash, like a rule he intends to enforce. He writes formulas on parchment scraps and files them into his satyr-tail belt, then lectures with a dry cadence until someone argues with the footnotes.