Unnamed agent

A man, hollow-cheeked and precise — a thorn-sworn warden, statuesque, unnaturally still. Clad in woven iron thorns; stitched repairs in mismatched thread. Wearing a hood of heavy netting; bearing clawed gauntlets scored with use. Marked by tally-notches carved into a pauldron; it carries a map burned at every edge. Wreathed in pale grave-light, its colors ash violet and lantern amber. Caught poised and unhurried — curious the way fire is curious. The mark rides the right side; its relic is tucked half-hidden, trimmed with a full ring of dull hooks.