Raxthar Drihl

Raxthar Drihl keeps a pocket of stolen bric-a-brac—locks, buttons, even a duke’s signet ring he “found” in a drain—and weighs each haul like a gambler counting cards. Three-finger scars ring his left hand; his right palm is tattooed with route marks. A three-foot goblin with yellow-green skin and beady eyes, they slip into crowds as a missing servant, then sell names back to the highest bidder.