Some say he’s off-putting, with the way his dark eyes always narrow at those he doesn’t know, and the way he always finds his way towards the shadows of the city. Other say he’s just shy, with his fingers always finding their way to the edges of the coat he’s always carrying around, picking at the edges, mumbling to himself. But after having worked with him, dealing with him in information exchanges and some parties neither of you want to talk about again for very different reasons, you know it’s a bit more complicated than that. He’s away from the ports, out of his element, all to try and settle an old score that had changed the course of history for his people. And even with his hard shell, he cares, and wants nothing but those closest to him to be safe.