Blood for Gold
Spymaster of the Crimson Sails.
Before you stands the preeminent master of intrigue in the Disputed lands…at least he will have you believing it. His attire leans to more natural and drab coloring, nothing tends to capture the eyes much. Speaking of which, the deep brown of his hair is only matched by the darkness of his eyes, said by many to be the only indication of the quality of the words that roll so easily off his tongue. He carries with him a blade of Braavos, as a reminder of his home. He is not adorned with gold or jewelry, but his stance still carries the remanences of upbringing. By the time his appearance fills you with the beginnings of suspicion, his smile disarms all concerns. Covered in the traditional apparel of Braavos he seems most at home among the docks with all of the dangers and pleasure thereof.
Liar, schemer, backstabber; all of these are words that have been used to describe him in his travels. In his estimation there are three types of people: those who can be helpful, those who need to be dealt with, and those you leave holding the knife. His deceit is fearful because it is often found filled with honesty. Not just filled, but an intertwined, unending, symbiotic relationship of words, nuances, implication, and inference. Some say that a snake is a more trustworthy ally. When people approach him with that he just smiles and slithers away.