Zynrila Qor'tai

Zynrila Qor’tai keeps her tail wrapped around her kit like a lock—she hates scrambling in camp. Her green-brown scales are scarred with dried river-mud, and cold yellow eyes track every sound: coin clinks, rope creaks, breathing in the dark. When anger hits, she bites the inside of her cheek, then roars orders at her own crew. After a hunt turned into a burning ambush, she stopped asking permission before she breaks things.