Ketta runs the Glaive, a cramped but reliable bar wedged between weldshops and retrofit stalls. She caters to shiphands, patch crews, and smugglers who mind their manners.
“You break it, you buy it. You fight in here, you’re the one getting fixed.”
Appearance
Appearance
Broad-shouldered, coal-brown skin, with a white mohawk and burn-scarred cheeks.
Attire
Thick leathers, soot-stained apron, rings of unknown metal. Keeps a cocktail-stirrer tucked behind one ear like a quill.