Xelfyn Greenthorn

Xelfyn Greenthorn’s curls are tangled with thorn leaves, and their small horns peek through the mess above a permanent, sharp-toothed grin. Coarse fur covers their goat legs; their hooves click softly as they circle a target, bare fists tucked beneath their chin. Xelfyn offers a courteous bow before striking, then plucks a coin from the fallen and flicks it into the nearest gutter.