Salla Auroraborn — Civic Mediator
“Put down the knife, pick up the pen—let the ink carry what your anger cannot.”
Name: Salla Auroraborn
Race: Aasimar
Role: : Civic Mediator & Registrar
Appearance: Salla’s presence is warm against the cold: umber skin with a faint inner glow at the temples, irises like pale winter sun, and hair braided back with thin silk ribbons the color of aurora. A subtle, feathered sigil glows at her throat when she exhales into the cold. She dresses for authority and weather—charcoal wool dress under a fur-trimmed registrar’s coat, seal-leather boots, and a blue sash bearing Frosthold’s snowflake seal. A polished brass signet and bone-handled quill hang on a chain beside a tiny vial of gold ink. In disputes, she carries a light alderwood staff capped with a simple silver ferrule.
Backstory
Born during a rare auroral blaze over the Whispering Tundra, Salla was taken in by a Brightcrown abbess who trained her to temper passion with compassion. Eschewing the cloister, she sat the Crownheart civil exams and requested Frosthold—the frontier town where caravans, goliath clans from the Tempest Peaks, and hard-bitten locals all collide when the ice roads open. As Civic Mediator & Registrar, she keeps the town’s ledgers of births, contracts, and winter tithes; witnesses oaths; arbitrates quarrels before they become feuds; and issues travel papers when storms part. Locals nicknamed her “Auroraborn” after she defused a dock riot beneath curtains of green light—speaking once, softly, until knives lowered. She measures success not by victories but by seasons that pass without a single grieving mother at her office door.
