Marshal Draxen Ouss-Sphaer is a massive silver dragonborn whose scales have been polished and chemically treated until they absorb light rather than throw it back. Up close, the surface resembles frosted steel, marked by fine dark lines where old battlefield repairs were fused between plates. His thick, straight horns angle backward with severe symmetry, while his amber eyes remain unnervingly unblinking for long stretches. He moves with the careful economy of a siege engine, every step measured, every turn deliberate. His hands are scarred and broad enough to close around a human skull, yet he handles legal documents with the delicacy of a jeweler. The contradictory impression is striking: he looks like a war monument, but his most threatening presence is often achieved by standing perfectly still and listening.