**Race:** Tiefling **Male** **Black hair** Varn remembers being feared. Even as a small child, people looked at his horns before they looked at his face. Some whispered he was cursed. Others said worse. By the time he wandered into the marsh alone, he had already learned what it meant to be unwanted. The hag welcomed him Or so he believed at first. She made him tend the ravens that gathered around her cottage, teaching him their calls, their habits, their strange intelligence. Varn spent more time with birds than people, and in time, he trusted them more. He grew quiet. Watchful. Hard to read. The other children used to say Varn always knew when the hag was coming before anyone heard her footsteps. When Sordia Vignti found him, he refused to leave until every raven cage had been opened. Now black-feathered birds seem to follow him wherever he goes. He still watches the sky more than he watches people, and sometimes speaks to ravens as though expecting an answer. But for the first time in his life, He is surrounded by people who see the boy before they see the horns.