Zerathus Klyndor

Zerathus Klyndor grinds obsidian dust off his gauntlet before every fight, even in the rain, then checks it for teeth-marks. A gaunt githyanki in silver-and-red plate, he wears a war collar with three broken spikes that clink when he breathes. He talks in clipped threats, using command words like counting. After a raid gone wrong, he learned to keep one hand free—always.