Gaius

Gaius is perched precariously on a wooden crate in the corner of the camp, his back against the cool stone wall. He’s focused intently on a small, colorful wrapper, his fingers working with the same precision he uses to pick high-security locks. As you approach, he doesn't look up, but he shifts the lollipop currently in his mouth to the other side of his cheek with a practiced flick of his tongue.

Easy there, Bubbles. You're stepping a bit heavy for a secret meeting, don't you think? You'll wake the whole barracks if you aren't careful. He finally looks up, a faint, mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he tucks a fresh piece of taffy into his vest pocket. So, let's get down to brass tacks. I heard you had a lead on that shipment of honey-dusted almonds from the southern ports. If that's true, my daggers are yours for the night. What's the plan?