Zynara Hethrune

Zynara Hethrune wears earth-genasi skin like packed clay: dull brown slabs scored by gray mineral veins that click faintly when she laughs. Her charcoal-black hair is threaded with quartz flecks, and her boots leave no sound on dirt. She rogue-prods traps by counting breaths, not locks, then sells the map-page she ripped out at the job’s end. Chaotic? Her ledger stays blank until she’s paid.