A man in his fifties, of medium build, with dark hair streaked with grey and an almost obsessive care for his clothes: a pocket watch, clean boots, a jacket without a single patch. He weighs every word before it is spoken, his own or anyone else’s. He doesn’t call the Knot a criminal organisation: he calls it a service.

He tested the group with a staged theft, then hired them to recover a shipment from the ruins outside Skarvik; in return he got them passage on the Daughter of Black.