Shashir Sorn
Rogue, Inquisitive, Level 6
Shashir Sorn
Species
Cinderclaw, Hoard-Warden
Appearance
A compact Cinderclaw with dark charcoal scales that drink in lamplight, Snip moves with a peculiar three-beat gait, placing his left foot, pausing, then testing the ground with the iron rod before committing his weight. His copper magnification monocles sit on a hinged bridge over his broad brow, clicking softly whenever he changes focus. His jaw is unusually wide, and his small triangular teeth show whenever he speaks, smiles, or chews the salted kelp strips he keeps in his cheek. He wears an oilskin rain-cape glossy with harbor mist, yet underneath it he keeps immaculate white audit gloves. The contradiction is immediate: he looks like a soot-stained dock scavenger until he produces a perfectly folded inventory sheet from a sealed brass tube.
“His voice is thin, breathy, and sibilant, with a faint rasp like sand sliding across copper. He speaks quickly when discussing evidence and slowly when someone is lying.”
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Distinguishing Features
Copper magnification monocles that click audibly when their lenses shift.
An iron hold-sounding rod capped with a tiny bell whose tone changes near hidden cavities.
A broad, toothy jaw that makes even his quiet smile look conspiratorial.
A three-beat gait that includes a deliberate pause before every unfamiliar surface.
White audit gloves kept spotless despite his work in soot, salt, and bilgewater.
Voice
“A rapid, whispering tenor with crisp consonants and a faint harbor rasp, as if every sentence has passed through salt air and a copper filter.”
Clothing
A black-green oilskin rain-cape fastened with copper toggles, fitted charcoal work trousers, soft-soled dock boots, white audit gloves, a red-brown sash carrying seal wax and chalk, and a harness for his magnification monocles and sounding rod.
Body Language
Snip angles his body sideways when questioned, keeping one eye behind the copper lens and one hand resting near his rod. He taps surfaces before sitting, keeps his tail curled around his ankles during negotiations, and freezes completely when he hears a lie that matters.
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