Archivist Kalthor Sarkesh is a compact, densely built copper dragonborn whose earth-toned scales range from dry clay along his shoulders to dark, oxidized green between his armored joints. Fine terracotta dust permanently clings beneath his claws and gathers in the shallow seams of his scales, giving him the look of a statue handled by generations of librarians. He walks with short, deliberate steps, always placing his weight on the balls of his feet as though prepared to pivot around a desk or spring between shelves. When waiting, he leans slightly forward with both hands folded over the head of his brass indexer, never quite resting his back against anything. His hands are broad and powerful, but the claws have been carefully filed smooth and stained dark by decades of iron-gall ink. A jeweler's magnifying lens is secured over one amber eye by a brass wire loop. The unexpected contradiction is that his intimidating dragonborn frame is paired with the patient, almost delicate movements of a conservator repairing a moth-eaten page.