Enreb Cire

A dapper man with thinning hair, a neatly trimmed beard and a carefully waxed mustache, not really the sort you’d think would be Master of Smoke.


After the beggars revolted, led by their so-called king, the more profitable but lighter-handed Nisjal lost his position. Cire was creative in his brutality. That was the entire point of him being there, to show the inhabitants of Smoke that they would absolutely have to give to the Guild, that there was no escaping, no new deal, nothing at all but submission or death. (If the Guild knew what I do, they would realize that there is even submission beyond death.) He probably had a third of the population killed, some said by dragonne out of uniform.


Enreb Cire

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