RHAYGE

The Knob-End

Rhayge
London Below
A Bravo, warrior for hire
Nuckin Futs

Always been from Under, Mum and Da were Hawkers... until The Drowning. Any chance there was of bein' the same? Washed away with the flood. Wasn't much for it, anyhow. Preferred to fight than to haggle, arse about than to find sources of 'commerce' as they used to say.

May be young, not much in the way of scars yet, but I can fight. Isn't easy to make a name. They laugh when I tell 'em my name's Rhayge. They shut their gobs right quick when I show 'em how come. Da said I had Ma's Irish.

Got my dirty secrets, too. Shite I'll never speak a word of until I've got no mind left at all.

I'm goin' crazy, y'see. Hearin' and seein' fuckin' barmy folks what ain't got no place in Under. And worst, sometimes they see me, talk at me like I'm understanding em... and sometimes I am.

So I've taken to drinkin'. It don't stop it, but least I got an excuse. Leastways people don't start talking on how I'm 'twixters and no good for nothin'.