Halvard

Not a bandit. An administrator. The Crossed Cutlasses sent him inland twenty years ago to manage an asset they could not carry away, and he has managed it ever since: wages paid on the day, ledgers balanced to the coin, a road kept dead so the work could continue unwatched. He has never once raised his voice. He keeps the accounts in a hand as neat as Beryl's, which is the part she will find hardest to forgive.