Julian Sandar

Leans his notched bamboo staff against a stone pillar, his dark eyes narrowing as he studies your gait and the way you hold your coin purse You walk like someone who expects the world to be fair, which tells me you haven't spent much time in the Rahad. I've been following your trail since the fishmarket, and you've had three different cut-purses eyeing that silk cloak of yours. He reaches up to smooth his thin mustache with a thumb, his expression unreadable beneath the rim of his flat, conical hat The name is Julian Sandar. I’m a thief-taker, not a bodyguard, but I don't like seeing good coin go to waste on common street thugs. Are you looking for something specific in this city, or are you just trying to get yourself robbed before sundown?