Gant

Contract worker (bounty hunter) for the Wong-Hopper Consortium on the planet Kanthi. Marksman.

—His partner, KALAS OF MAGLONA

Kalas glanced at the younger man. Gant had the manners of a cat. He dressed like one of the lordlings Kalas had seen swanning about so many an Imperial palace in his day: in a long suit of gray and black, the lapels of crushed velvet, twirling vines embroidered about silver buttons. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that matched, a white feather in its band—and in place of boots he wore buckled shoes and a pair of tight gaiters patterned white-on-white that accentuated the flare of his jodhpurs. He didn’t look like a thug at all. He looked like a procurer, one of the leno who used to come round selling women and boys to the legionnaires when they put in at port. He was the sort of man as like to smile as shoot, the sort of man who fussed about getting blood on his hands but not about the trigger. Kalas did not like him, but he was efficient, and he knew Abhanri City.

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“Man, you know I’m always ready.” Gant flashed his artificially bright smile. He’d had his real teeth shattered two years back when he’d been caught by a lowtown gang, and rather than pay to have a bonecutter regrow them, Gant had opted for ceramic implants.

Tales of the Sun Eater, Volume 1 - The Parliament of Owls