Zephryndel Quavari

Zephryndel Quavari is a kender sorcerer with too-bright eyes and hair that never sits right—tufts of color-streaked fluff like it caught lightning and refused to come down. They tote a satchel of stolen trinkets they swear are “misplaced,” but the pockets jingle with clockwork fuses and glass vials. When questions get asked, they answer by improvising sparks from their fingertips, then giggle when the locals chase the noise.