A lithe dragonborn whose scales shimmer like hammered coin—copper at a glance, but up close flecked with emerald and moon-silver. He moves with the exaggerated grace of a street acrobat, balancing notes and gestures as if keeping time with an invisible audience. His tail is unusually prehensile and used to pluck small instruments and snatch purses; it ends in a thin curl the color of tarnished brass. He habitually wears a half-mask of translucent lacquer over one eye that seems to faintly reflect distant starlight. Unexpectedly, his left forearm is wrapped in children’s festival ribbons beneath which faintly luminous blue runes peek out when he speaks passionately, a contradiction of playful costume and private, arcane marks.