Unnamed agent

A young woman with old, unblinking eyes — a howl-taught beastlord, statuesque, unnaturally still. Clad in raw hammered ingots; stitched repairs in mismatched thread. Wearing a bell-crested warhelm, clapper removed; bearing a two-handed bell-hammer. Marked by a shadow that hangs a beat behind it; it carries an iron crown at the belt, never worn. Wreathed in green corposant crawling on metal edges, its colors glacier blue and pewter. Caught arms wide in grim invitation — serene and absolute. The mark rides the right side; its relic is carried openly, trimmed with three bent coins.