Veyl
A shadow-moving smuggler known only by a single name, Veyl is a lithe drow woman with a quiet sort of confidence—the kind that makes people lower their voices when she walks into a room. Her skin is a cool, dusky gray, her hair cut short for practicality, and her lavender eyes always seem to be measuring distances, exits, and motives.

She dresses in layered leathers softened by desert dust, favoring muted color and dark silvers that let her blend effortlessly into alleys, tavern corners, and cargo holds. Veyl rarely smiles, but when she does, it’s a razor-thin thing that suggests she knows far more than she lets on.

People whisper that she’s the kind of courier who can get anything anywhere, no questions asked. Others claim she’s a ghost—appearing and vanishing on her own terms, slipping through the cracks of law and crime with equal ease.

What no one doubts is this: wherever Veyl goes, trouble seems to arrive half a heartbeat later… and she’s almost always already one step ahead of it.