Old Crow

A traveler from an antique land. First encountered by HADRIAN MARLOWE in Borosevo on Emesh.

I looked up to find an older man smiling at me from the next table over. He raised his eyebrows and smiled over the rim of his drink. We were the only clients for three tables. An old book sat closed beside one fist, and he wore an indigo jacket cut in Nipponese fashion, square sleeves patterned with gold and black diamonds about the cu8s. His graying hair was pulled back into a greasy topknot, frayed and bristling like a calligrapher’s long-abused brush.

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He wasn’t Nipponese either, judging by the craggy lines of his face or the tenor of his words. Indeed, I couldn’t place his accent. Durantine, maybe? Or one of the Norman Freeholders, though he didn’t have their coloring.

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When I didn’t answer or move, he sighed, slipping a loose lock of graying hair behind his ear.

Empire of Silence, Chapter 28: Wrong