Tynrelith Vossar

Tynrelith Vossar keeps his curls pinned back from small, polished horns and wears a signet ring on each hand. His cloven hooves click across stone halls as he recites contracts from memory, correcting anyone who skips a clause. Sorcery sparks at his fingertips when negotiations stall; his grin rarely fades, even as the air fills with the scent of singed parchment.