Igheriz
Aliases |
Caravan Leader Igheriz |
Species | |
Gender |
Male |
Status |
Deceased
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Affiliation | |
Occupation |
Slaver Merchant |
Residence | |
First Appearance |
Igheriz was a String-man and the [Slave Master] of a slave caravan.
Appearance[edit | edit source]
He is a Stitch Man of the Cotton-caste, but with noticeable ‘improvements’ from different fabrics like silk, and has one hand made of Watercloth fabric, which makes it permanently slick with water. He dresses like some rich [Merchant], styling himself with fashion even while travelling.[1]
Personality[edit | edit source]
TBA From Interlude – Pisces
Background[edit | edit source]
TBA From Interlude – Pisces
Chronology[edit | edit source]
TBA
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Quotes[edit | edit source]
- (To [Slaver]) “You idiot! Put it away! Don’t look at it, don’t stare at it!”
- (To Pisces) “Ah, perhaps if you and I met on your two feet, I’d agree, Master Pisces Jealnet. However, Roshal has rules. We found you half-dead, so the initiative was ours. As for law? We are well within our law! After all…you are Pisces Jealnet. Your bounty still remains from Terandria and Wistram both. A criminal is a criminal.”
- (To his Guards) “Is Pisces stumbling? Well, we cannot have that! Slow! Slow and we rest. Give water—and see if the road ahead will stay clear, Azam. No monsters, no [Bandits], no sandstorms…we thank Roshal’s fortunes for such things, but I will not lose even a hair upon Pisces’ head until we reach home!”
- (To Pisces) “You see how I do such things for you. This is a sign of admiration, Pisces. I wish you to take note, no matter where your fate takes you after Roshal. I, Igheriz, give such tokens of respect to no [Slaves] other than the most beautiful of women or the greatest I have ever dealt with—and you are no beautiful woman!”
- (To Hrome) “Four hundred thousand! Sing it to me, Hrome! We must drink, even when riding!”
- To Pisces:
- “There is nothing more beautiful than cloth, Pisces. If I marry, it will be one of my people. Silk, if they will have me. But a man’s tastes go to the exotic, so Eloque I will keep. And she looks far better to me, already. I have had Humans, other people adorned just so, but had to sell them. Is she not beautiful? Do you see?”
- “That sounds like an insult, Pisces. Of course, I heard you wrong. So I give you a chance to clarify your words.”
- “So. I offer you everything, I give you my friendship and you insult me.”
- “You and I have met. And now you will remember it in more than words.”
- (To his Guards) “We are not savages. You will all conduct yourselves, or this one’s fate will be like a pleasant dream. Am I understood? There is law in Roshal. We are not monsters.”
- To Pisces:
- “Pisces, ah, Pisces. After all we’ve seen and lived through, I thought we were friends, heh?”
- “Pisces. Ah, Pisces. You nearly made it. I call you clever after all. A clever fool. Look at you! A Gold-rank adventurer worthy of your price! But I am a man of my word.”
- (To Cawe) “No. No—Pisces is next. Before that, where is she? There is only one person who could do this. Ah, there you are. Cawe. Cawe, Cawe, Cawe.”