Mozaaft of the Deep Sands

A desert man with a face burned dark and creased, a camel-driver's squint, and a gold tooth. Tattooed on both forearms with the routes of the Spice Way in a code only caravan-masters read. Speaks Zarvani, Qaflan trade-cant, Tzalan, and enough Castavari to sell to them. Runs salt, opium, and news across the Sunmaw, and has guided three Zarvani princes to secret meetings without any of them knowing about the others. Loyal to nobody but his camels and reasonably loyal to those. Funny, generous, faithless, and impossible to dislike. A rogue. Knows where the Castavari envoy to the Hizkari sleeps, and what that is worth.