Unnamed agent

A woman, sharp-featured and severe — a forge-orphan colossus, asymmetric, one side overgrown with plate. Clad in smoked glass lamellar; every strap double-knotted, pilgrim-neat. Wearing a cracked porcelain mask, expressionless; bearing a staff crowned with a dead lantern. Marked by a split lip that never healed; it carries a map burned at every edge. Wreathed in heat-shimmer rising from the shoulders, its colors glacier blue and pewter. Caught poised and unhurried — amused at a private joke. The mark rides the left side; its relic is hanging loose, trimmed with a handful of braided cords.