Tirynne Kaelith

Tirynne Kaelith wears soot-dark gloves stitched with silver thread that never quite matches the other glove’s pattern. Her auburn hair is cut ragged short, with coppery streaks where old spell-sparks burned it. When she’s thinking, she clicks her thumbnail against a finger ring hammered from a melted coin. She carries a spellbook wrapped in oilcloth—every page sealed with wax stamped by a different sigil, because one patron never answers twice the same way.