Prydain is a tall, elegant Dragonborne whose every movement seems rehearsed for an audience, yet never quite artificial. His scales have the fine, dry texture of fired porcelain, deep umber at the shoulders and fading to ember-red along his hands, throat, and cheekbones. A narrow crown of swept-back horns frames his head like a ceremonial headdress, each horn polished until it reflects candlelight. His long tail moves with a dancer's precision, curling around chair legs or tapping twice against the floor when he is impatient. He smells faintly of orange peel, warm cedar, and expensive oil. His immaculate grooming is contradicted by one startling detail: his hands are permanently darkened at the fingertips by ash from the communal hearths he visits in secret, and no soap has ever removed it. At first glance he appears ornamental. After a minute, people notice that he has already counted every exit, every concealed blade, and every person who stopped listening.