Breeze
The Cynical Soother of Luthadel
I soothe, I mock, I pour another glass.
I drift through Luthadel like a man who forgot the world is falling apart—glass in hand, smile sharper than a dagger. I Soothe emotions the way a chef seasons wine, and I talk circles around fools who think they're in control. I tell myself I'm in this rebellion for the coin, but somehow, I keep showing up when it matters. You’ll know when I’m gone. The tension will return like a hangover.
What I'm Into: glass of Amaranta red, Ham's endless lectures, Kelsier's fire, calming the nervous, dry humor in dark times
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