R'thani is a slender Tabaxi with short, charcoal-grey fur that seems to shimmer in the light. His eyes are a vivid, unsettling sulfur-yellow, often narrowing with feline curiosity. He wears a heavy, ornate golden collar encrusted with a single, massive ruby that glows with a faint internal heat. His clothing consists of high-quality silks and finely tailored dark leathers, making him look more like a displaced aristocrat than a wandering adventurer.

He is intensely polite but carries an air of detached amusement. He treats everything with the caution of a predator and the elegance of a valet. He often speaks to his collar as if a lover is whispering in his ear, sometimes blushing or sighing in exasperation at things only he can hear.

R'thani of the Silver Mist was once a simple translator for a merchant guild, specialized in uncovering lost archives. His life changed forever when he inadvertently entered the volcanic lair of Valeriana, a Ruby Dragoness known as much for her obsessive vanity as her hoard. Instead of incinerating the intruder, Valeriana found herself captivated by R'thani's clever tongue and soft, smoky fur. She claimed him not as a snack, but as her personal 'Favorite', weaving a pact that bound his soul to her ruby heart. Now, R'thani travels the world under her watchful, jealous gaze. He is empowered by her fiery essence, but the pact is as much a courtship as it is a magical contract. Valeriana frequently sends him demanding psychic messages of affection and demands 'gifts' that match the beauty of her own scales. R'thani enjoys the prestige and power, but he often feels like a bird in a gilded cage, wandering the world only because his patron finds his stories and 'hunts' endearing. He operates within the courts of men to expand her influence, playing a dangerous game of politics while his patron watches through the ruby around his neck. Every fireball he throws is a token of her hot-tempered love, and every secret he learns is whispered back to the lair. He is a cat with nine lives, and at least six of them belong to a dragoness who is not used to being told 'no'.