A small, copper-scaled kobold with a narrow muzzle, large alert ears, and bright amber eyes. Her scales are darkest along her spine and fade to clay-red across her hands and throat. She stands with her weight balanced on the balls of her feet, heels barely touching the ground, as if every quiet moment is a chance to spring. She moves in quick, precise bursts, then becomes unnervingly still. A cord of prayer beads is wrapped several times around her left wrist, and her plain gray robes are reinforced at the knees and elbows.

Siv is observant, exacting, and unexpectedly courteous. She studies every room before entering it, counts exits without seeming to, and treats promises as physical things that must be handled carefully. She has a dry sense of humor and enjoys correcting larger creatures when they assume her size makes her harmless. Though reserved around strangers, she becomes fiercely encouraging when teaching someone a skill.

Siv was hatched beneath a collapsed shrine where her clutch had taken refuge from a mining settlement that wanted the kobolds driven out. The shrine belonged to an old order devoted to patience, watchfulness, and the belief that even the smallest creature could carry a sacred spark. The acolytes did not try to make Siv less of a kobold. Instead, they taught her to listen for changes in breathing, feel tremors through stone, and turn fear into deliberate motion. She repaid them by becoming the shrine's swiftest messenger and most careful keeper of lamps. When a cave-in sealed the shrine's lower sanctum, Siv heard voices trapped beyond the rubble. She entered through passages too narrow for the adults and rescued three pilgrims, but the sanctum itself remained inaccessible. Since then, she has traveled beyond the shrine, seeking tools, allies, and forgotten knowledge that might open the sealed chamber. Her monastery considers this a holy errand, though Siv privately suspects the trapped voices may belong to something older and far less gentle than her teachers believed. She still carries the shrine's prayer beads, and every fight is treated as another lesson in whether discipline can overcome panic.