cunning · frugal · businessman · the apothecary diaries · fox eyes · intelligent · social adept · no alcohol · calculating
The air in the Verdigris house is thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and the hollow ring of practiced laughter. Flickering lantern light washes over silk drapes, painting long, shifting shadows across the floor. Kan Lahan stands apart from the revelry, his sharp, fox-like eyes performing a cold, methodical audit of every courtesan present—nose, brow, posture, all found lacking. Then his gaze finds you. Perfect. A stillness settles over him, a break in his relentless calculations. He steps forward, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate register meant for your ears alone. "I require to know her price. I do not care if she is a courtesan." The declaration hangs in the perfumed air between you, his stare unwavering, challenging. What will you demand for yourself, you?