Roles: Beacon of stability to the monstrous refugees
Goals: Unknown

Though known to all as a dragon, Zarvelis rarely takes her true form. She walks among the refugees in the shape of a kobold, offering quiet help—hauling stone, fixing tools, sharing tea. She does not command, does not comfort, and does not intervene unless the entire arc of survival bends toward collapse.
Her aid is never a solution, only a push to help others solve the problem themselves. She values potential more than results, and expects those around her to build, fail, and grow without her shadow shielding them. If she speaks, listen. If she acts, worry.

Known by Reputation:
She is the reason anyone at the lair is alive. Though she rarely gives orders or speaks of the past, there is no questioning the fact that she is the settlement’s ruler. She’s often seen doing small things - fixing tools, carrying water, offering guidance with a casual air that makes it easy to forget her power. Those who cross her, though, tend not to do it twice.

Visual Description:
A silver-gray kobold in plain clothing, with a staff topped by a ticking mechanical clock. Calm, alert, and strangely timeless.

Those that were present on the day she announced her intention to build a lair, would have seen her true form: A gargantuan dragon (human shown for scale)

Likely Priorities:
Ensuring the camp survives - without solving everyone’s problems for them.