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“Who is he?” Espen asked in a hushed tone. He didn’t know what exactly caused him to try to stay a quiet as possible, but something on this man had silenced the whole room. And Espen would be stupid to break the newfound silence in the usually noisy tavern. His eyes were focused on the sharp lines and dark hair, the hands clad in leather and the cane with the raven on top of it.
“His name’s Kaz Brekker.” Tryne answered, her voice so thin that it barely carried over the table towards him.
“But he’s called Dirtyhands.” Herold explained, his hands fidgeting with the glass full of beer between them.
“He’s the Bastard of the Barrel.” Kaatje added, whispering the words right into Espen’s ear from where she’d sat beside him.
As Kaz Brekker started to move from his spot in the doorframe, from where he’d had his gaze run over the crowd, his cane pounded against the floor, filling the silence.
"We call him Demjin." Oscar says, his Fjerdan blonde hair and blue eyes a heavy contrast to the others, who'd all been born and raised in Kerch.
"You all know nothing." A new voice added, the figure hidden by the shadows of a pillar. "His true name is Kaz Rietveld."