Vraka Vurnthrik is a broad-shouldered black dragonborn woman built like a quarry winch, with dense muscle beneath scales that have the matte texture of cooled glass. Fine sulfur dust clings permanently to the ridges of her neck and horns, giving her silhouette a faint golden outline under lamplight. Her movements are economical and strangely quiet for someone so large. She never turns her head first. Her eyes move across a room in measured increments, counting exits, hands, tools, ledgers, and loose containers before she acknowledges a speaker. Brass-rimmed magnifying goggles rest on her horned brow, their lenses scratched into a constellation of tiny arcs. The unexpected contradiction is that her enormous hands are extraordinarily delicate. She can separate a fused glass stopper without breaking it, or lift a trembling child as gently as a cup of tea.