Zephyra Kor'sylth

Zephyra Kor’sylth wears a paladin’s tabard pinned over tight wrappings of scale-mottled leather, green-brown patches clacking when they kneel. Their slit-eyed stare never stops measuring exits; the forked tongue tastes every spoken lie before they offer mercy. A dented bronze holy symbol swings on a cord around their throat, warm from constant handling. When combat starts, they bark vows through clenched teeth—neutral good, no softness wasted on bullies.