Ignis Coda is a tall dragonborn woman whose copper scales have the polished warmth of old kitchenware, though the scales along her left shoulder are permanently smoke-stained. She moves with the careful, measured grace of someone carrying a full bowl of oil, never wasting a step or letting her tail brush against furniture. Her immaculate red robes are pleated so sharply that they seem almost armored, and their hems are embroidered with tiny black flames. The unexpected contradiction is her hands: elegant, jeweled, and meticulously scrubbed, except for one blackened thumbnail that she refuses to heal. She leaves behind the impression of a temple bell just after it stops ringing, solemn, resonant, and impossible to ignore.