Zyneth Qyvorn

Zyneth Qyvorn wears a soot-stained ranger’s coat over a druidic harness of bone beads and thorned cord. His blue-purple skin shifts with heat from a brazier, and his horn tips are etched with tally marks he mutters while he trims living roots from graveyard fences. He won’t poison a thing outright—he feeds it ash, then waits for the rot to learn his name. When storms roll in, he laughs once, counts three breaths, and starts talking back to ravens.