L'occultisme alors? C'est intéressant d'entendre. Je dois le dire. Peut-être qu'on leur rendra visite parfois quand la maison aura été construite. Zeeman a réfléchi à l'autre question de Bouran. "Je suppose que nous avons peut-être un congé à terre dans la vendange. Je n'ai jamais eu l'occasion de visiter l'endroit. Et les colons de la tombe doivent avoir de grandes histoires. » Il était sûr qu'il y avait autre chose dont il fallait parler. "Donc docteur, comment aimez-vous le navire? J'ai entendu que tu avais traversé une de ses... percularités. Y a-t-il une vérité à cette rumeur?
Name
Accalon
Moniker
“I go by The Thief of Swords… ‘course, that’s a mouthful, so most folk just call me “Swordy.” But let’s get one thing straight: if we’re somewhere formal, or somethin’ important is goin’ on, you say the full thing. I won’t take being embarrassed by… Well, I keep the damn ship running, so the least you could do is say the full thing when we’re bein’ all formal-like.”
Appearance
“You can see well enough, can’t you? Is this about my size? I may not be the biggest bastard on this ship, but I can hold my own. Running the rooftops does a body good, ‘specially if nobody catches you.
“The hair? Look, I’m not cutting it. Got my reasons. Tie it back when I’m working, it’s never done me any harm. Won’t do you any harm.
“Well I can’t very well tie my skin back! I gotta wear something sturdy in case the engine decides to belch some smoke at me while I’m working. I keep somethin’ nicer under my bunk, in case you ever got somewhere fancy to take us, a nice dark suit, but anybody who’s gonna work on an engine is gonna wear clothes like this most of the time, in case there’s an emergency with the thing keeping us moving out here. Leather’s good for the job, silk isn’t.
“Accent? Yeah, I’m Welsh. That a problem?”
Skills
“I keep the damn engines running, that’s what I do. Guns too. But if I had to pick one to go without—all hypothetical, mind you, anybody dumb enough to go without either might as well jump overboard—I’d say the guns. Learned it from some rats in Fallen London. Did ‘em a favor, and they owed me. And don’t ask why I helped those L. B., I had my reasons. Point is, they’re the best, and they taught me, so I’m the best. Got it?
“I’m also a damn good thief. That part o’ the moniker ain’t a metaphor. Yeah, probably the best thief you’ve ever met. They even wrote a penny-dreadful about it. Damn thing was terrible, downplayed the magnificence, so I was obligated to steal all the money the damn fool made from it.
“O’ course you’ve never heard of me. I wouldn’t be a very good thief if I had, would I?”
Secret
“A secret? Well, I’ll expect one back from you. Fair trade, and all. You know how they call me the Thief of Swords? Well, I never actually stole any swords. Once I worked with some less-than-gentle folk with some sword-like qualities. I still have… Well, just tell me if we’re ever going to sail by the Khanate, alright? Alright.”