Ignis Kaelen is a titanic ancient red dragon whose presence makes rooms feel undersized. His scales are deep crimson beneath a crust of soot, each plate dull at the edges and glowing faintly in the seams like banked coals. Molten horns sweep backward from his skull, shedding threads of orange light when his temper rises. His wings move with the slow authority of furnace doors opening, stirring hot air, grit, and the bitter smell of iron. In court, he often assumes the shape of an immense draconic noble, still too large for any ordinary chair, wrapped in ceremonial armor and black-red robes. The unexpected softness is in his hands, which he uses with extraordinary care around workers, children, and delicate tools. Within a minute of meeting him, most people notice that he continually checks the temperature of nearby stone with one claw, as though listening through heat.