Valthryn Slythewood

Valthryn Slythewood wears a rain-darkened breastplate and a long green cloak pinned with a silver clasp shaped like an oak leaf. He tightens straps by counting breaths, then drills one-handed with a longsword etched in courthouse-like lines. When a riot breaks out, he barks orders in crisp syllables, patrols the same corner nightly, and marks new offenders for justice.