Marrow Auditor

Born from the Baron's ledger the night a complaint about a phantom stroke at the Wild Hunt triggered the first enchantment audit of the Salt Lake Accords. The Auditor emerged from the difference between what the scorecard claimed and what the bones remembered, taking the form of a skeletal clerk whose quill drips in the same red ink that signed the Accords scroll. It has refused to clock out ever since.

Carries a cracked ledger bound in salt-cured leather, its pages stained with mud from the Jordan River and the brackish water of the Weber toll booth. A bone stylus juts from its ribcage like a spare pen, and a single brass tag dangles from a cervical vertebra, etched with tally marks that shift each time a rating adjustment is filed. The tag grows cold to the touch whenever a procedural flaw is about to be discovered nearby.

Drifts between leagues after each round to verify that every signed scorecard matches the treaty record, refusing to certify any result where the math doesn't align with the bone-truth of the throws. It presents its findings at every tribunal and never lets a citation go unsigned.