The sound of bronzed sabatons click on cobbled stones as the rather frightening visaged, cobalt-eyed individual stops to ponder the notice, planar borne eyes seeing all within the night. With a gambler's expertise a coin appears in his gloved fingers, twirling and looping between his fingers. The battered copper coin bears the twin faced cameo of Hoar's design and the bearer echoes the words inscribed along the rim in archaic Dalespeak:
"Vengeance binds us all, those we love and those we hate."