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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OneCrappy DM" data-source="post: 9815354" data-attributes="member: 7033788">Luke CindersIt takes the better part of five hours trudging through Sigil’s wards, leaning on tavern stools, bribing touts, dodging berks, and greasing palms before you finally scrape together enough chant on the man to make sense of him. The Cage never gives up its secrets cleanly, everyone’s got a different tale, and most of them contradict each other just out of spite. Still, with enough patience and jink, the picture starts to take shape.[SPOILER="For Luke Cinder's Eyes Only"]The Good:A few cutters paint him as a halfway decent blood of a sort. They say he keeps a small business at the crooked sword, a semi legit tout operation helping clueless primes and down on their luck locals get work, find a safe kip, or make useful connections. His price? Usually a task he needs done, an errand, a delivery, a bit of information fetched from a shady corner. “Fair trade,” one barkeep shrugs, wiping down a mug with a rag that only spreads the grime around. "Could do worse around these parts."The Bad:Others say he’s a cheat. A manipulator who sends the gullible and desperate on fool’s errands, dangerous ones, just to keep his own hands clean. He’ll smile, nod, promise you the multiverse then leave you holding the razorvine when the trouble comes due. “He’ll peel ya quick as a fiend at tax time,” a rat eyed tiefling hisses. “Take advantage o’ any poor sod what trusts him.”The Ugly:Word is he’s a Signer, a member of the Sign of One. Believes he’s the center of his own reality, that everything in existence spins around him because he imagines it so. The kind of person who thinks every coincidence is fate, every success is destiny, and every failure is someone else’s fault. “Careful with that type,” an old gnome warns you, her voice low. “They’re dangerous without even trying to be.”[/SPOILER]From all the scraps of chant you gather, the truth probably sits somewhere in the tangled middle. Not a saint, not a fiend, not a madman. Just another hustler with a philosophy, a reputation, and a knack for survival. But one thing is certain he’s got work and bodies willing to take it will find him more than ready to deal.</blockquote>

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