Yxenthar Vo'relka

Yxenthar Vo’relka keeps a ledger in a grease-stained oilcloth—every favor owed, every debt paid—inked with soot from their forge. A black-gray shadow goblin with catlike eyes that flare under torchlight, they wear a breastplate dented from one bad ambush and repaired with mismatched rivets. Their sword belt snaps in a tight, practiced rhythm before fights, and they speak in short, exact orders even when no one asks.