- Quire? He's a right honorable fellow. Gives to the poor as you'd know if you gave him a chance.
- Slay me? Aye, in the cause of knowledge, maybe. For when I die the foot I keep on Pandora's box shall lift and out shall pour all of Glaber's little secrets. Most are best left bottled up.
- At the Winter Solstice he was seen with a doxy on his arm, she dressed like a proper lady was placed upon an impromptu throne and paraded around the bonfire. Quire declared her to be Senator Vatha.
Said to be a seductive lover, an incredible swordsman and Machiavellian schemer, Quire has neither sailing ship, nor captaincy and seemingly no morals. He is the epitome of efficiency in his accomplishment of goals.
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Into the noisy mob, with his arm around the waist of his paramour, stalked the cocky Captain Quire, his sword jutting behind him like the wagging tail of a triumphant mongrel who has found the way into the butcher’s store