Xelvyn Hro'thar

Xelvyn Hro’thar keeps a ranger’s discipline and a half-orc’s temper. Ash-gray skin shows under a torn leather cloak lined with oilcloth; a braid of black hair hangs over one tusk, the other half bare like a snapped fence. They track by scuffed boots and dried blood in grass, snapping twig markers into place with a gloved hand. In camp, Xelvyn counts arrows by notch—then “law” means holding the weak in place with rules that break when useful.