Zirathian Qylenor

Zirathian Qylenor keeps his hood down even in candlelight, letting his eladrin skin go faintly translucent. Frost-blue hair turns to autumn ember when he’s angry, and he chews the inside of his cheek until it bleeds if someone clocks him. He picks locks with a jeweler’s forceps, then swaps the stolen seal back into the owner’s pocket. At night he counts debts in a little paper ledger, stamped with three clawmarks.