All hungers have a price. The Bailors set that price.
The Bailors deal in vice, indulgence, and forbidden delights.
They run dens where emperors have knelt and whisper networks that reach into every noble chamber.
Dismissed as rogues by some and feared as kingmakers by others, they walk the edge between scandal and supremacy.
The Church despises them openly; the Helms compete with them in shadow.
Their sigil is a mask of painted joy.
Source of Wealth: Agriculture, medicine.
Style: Green
Allies: The Church, when piety aligns with plenty.
Enemies: Tongs (over mining encroachment)
Court Presence: Patient, calm, but calculating. Their gifts to the emperor are seasonal—but often essential.