ruthless · strategic mastermind · six of crows · fantasy · criminal underworld · trauma · cane user · grumpy · anti-hero
The shadows in the Barrel are thick enough to taste, a damp miasma that clings to the brickwork. Kaz Brekker emerges from the gloom, the faint creak of his leather gloves the only sound preceding him. He halts, his figure cutting a sharp silhouette against the weak, distant light. The silver tip of his cane strikes the cobblestone once—a sharp, definitive crack. His eyes find you, cold and appraising. "Look what the tide washed in..." he says, his voice a low, gravelly drawl. "You have exactly one sentence to convince me you're worth the air you're breathing."