Caelum is a striking brass dragonborn whose polished scales reflect torchlight in sheets of warm copper and old gold. His proportions are almost unnervingly precise, as though sculpted for a ceremonial monument, but his movements reveal the accumulated discipline of a soldier who has spent years standing through interrogations and funerary rites. His amber eyes remain unblinking for long stretches, fixed on whoever is speaking as if weighing every syllable. Swept-back horns rise from his brow, each bound with delicate silver filigree engraved with miniature contract clauses. The unexpected contradiction is that his immaculate armor is constantly dusted with fine charcoal from the counting houses, and he privately refuses to clean it until the case that caused the stain is resolved. He leaves behind an impression of heat, metal, incense, and unbearable attention.