Chanter Gilliam Vas

A chanter of the Holy Terran Chantry on Emesh and the grand prior’s (LIGEIA VAS) bastard son; a genetically mutated intus.

No, not patrician either. My jaw tightened, and my skin began to crawl. There was something wrong about the priest. Something off. In the scant light, I could see that one eye gleamed a piercing blue while the other was black as pitch. He had a head of thick blond hair, oiled and combed straight back from a square face and heavy jaw. His nose was bent, his broad shoulders hunched. Half a hundred tiny imperfections evidenced themselves in his face, in his posture and carriage—more so even than in the bulk of the serfs and plebeians I had known.

Empire of Silence, Chapter 38: Blood Like Wax