Thane Bel’Khazir the Coinlord

He cuts a striking figure: a young man with chestnut hair twisted into an elaborate bun that gleams in the sunlight, secured with thin golden pins. His leather vest—crafted from supple calfskin dyed the color of polished platinum—hangs open over billowing white robes with burgundy sleeves and hood of fine-spun silk that whisper against his ankles when he walks. Crystal jars clink at his hip, their facets catching light as they swing from his embroidered belt, each filled to overflowing with silver coins stamped with the Calling’s seal. These he dispenses with graceful hands and a benevolent smile to beggars and orphans who gather in his wake, referring to them in his melodious voice as "those less fortunate souls."
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