Zephyrel Mornyn

Zephyrel Mornyn wears a tight black corset laced with silver wire that hums when she plucks her lute. Her pale-yellow hair is braided into four cords ending in bone beads. When she speaks, she names debts and punishments in even couplets, and her lilac eyes track every exit. She keeps a ledger-drum at her hip, ink-stained and dented from tavern floors.