PERSONAE · THE VALE

Quennit Marsh

Runs the Old Work weighing-yard in the Kilns — haggles over a farthing on principle, and has never once haggled over the vault-cough that's been getting worse for ten years.

Quennit will argue you down to the last copper on a sack of scrap and mean every word of it, because the margin on Old Work is thin and everyone in the trade knows it. What she won't argue about, or joke about, or so much as acknowledge past a shrug, is the cough — verdigris lung, the healers finally have a name for it, ten years of sealed damp vaults settling green dust into her chest one buying trip at a time. She keeps a locked back room for the rare piece that isn't scrap, and has stopped pretending, even to herself, that the next find is worth what the last ten trips cost her.

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