Brother Thaddeus Vane is a soft-spoken bronze dragonborn man whose burnished copper scales have darkened at the joints like old pennies exposed to salt air. Dim blue archive runes slide across his scales whenever he concentrates, making him appear briefly illuminated from beneath the skin. His movements are careful and nearly frictionless, with the silent precision of someone accustomed to carrying priceless glass through a battlefield. Thin gold-rimmed spectacles rest on the bridge of his snout, though one lens is permanently clouded by a hairline crack. He wears soft velvet gloves at all times to protect fragile pre-Sundering ledgers, even during combat. The unexpected contradiction is that his otherwise immaculate appearance includes a single ragged strip of red sailcloth tied around one wrist, stained with ancient seawater and never washed. He leaves behind an impression of warmth, dust, rain, and the uneasy feeling that he has already read the final page of everyone's story.