The Duke
The Purveyor of Plagues and Provisions
Need a weapon? A potion? A lifeline? I deal in survival.
I’ve been here longer than the fog, friend. Got a taste for rare trinkets? How about something that might keep you breathing? I don’t judge, I don’t weep — I trade. You bring the pain, I bring the remedy. We call it balance.
What I'm Into: ruined courtyards, cryptic advice, bloodstained silver, desperate souls, transactions with consequences
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