Velyndra Mistryth

Velyndra Mistryth carries a chalk-white prayer case strapped to her forearm; each snap opens like a tiny book of warding glyphs. Her luminous eyes flicker from steady gold to a soft violet when she hears lies, and she tests that by asking the same question twice. Tall and still, she speaks in careful lists—supplies, names, safe roads—then steadies frightened clients by counting their breaths out loud until they match hers.