Sethri is a bronze-scaled dragonborn with a long, narrow muzzle, swept-back horns, and a compact, sturdy build. Salt wind and years working wet docks have left his scales matte and pale along the shoulders, with darker green-bronze tones beneath his jaw. His voice is low and breathy, with a dry hiss on s sounds. When rattled, his breath catches, then comes out in a thin crackle of static.

Dryly courteous and observant, Sethri prefers to let other people fill silences. He is patient with nervous strangers and impatient with anyone who mistakes politeness for trust.

Sethri learned the harbors by sound: chain links lifting, cargo seals snapping, a watchman’s boots slowing near a warehouse door. His family had traded along the coast for generations, but after a bad season left them owing money to a counting house, Sethri took work carrying discreet packages through the docks. He was good at slipping through crowds, less good at pretending the work was honest.