Tavun is a stout, immaculately bald man with deep-toned copper skin that shimmers slightly in Suleshara’s desert light. His brows are angular and expressive, enhancing every calculation etched into his weathered face. Scarred knuckles reveal the strength behind his handshake—unexpected for a merchant—and his gaze lingers longer than feels comfortable, as if weighing your worth. He moves with measured, almost predatory patience, robes sweeping dust in chiselled arcs. A series of delicate golden chains hang from his ear, clinking rhythmically when he turns his head. He permanently carries a huge, battered ledger strapped to his back like a knight’s shield, its spine inlaid with tiny emerald scales.