One-with-steel

One-with-steel was an intimidating figure and perhaps rightly so. There was precious little known about their background and only really the skills that they had learned from it. Violence, as a result, seemed to be their calling card and only really tempered by an appreciation for subtlety and discretion that only a Weaver might cultivate in the pursuit of the Game. These observations weren't helped by their preferences for dark and fur trimmed great coats, carefully articulated gauntlets, greaves, and sabatons. Each forged of black steel and embellished in gold and brace with designs of flames and coiling vines. A motif that extended to the angular and beaked full helm that lacked any discernible means to glimpse the being beneath. The attire beneath the great coat no less archaic in it's appointment but still holding a certain class and pragmatism in the subtle stitching and arrangements of decorative buttons that implied, after a fashion, an appreciation for finer things beyond bloody work. Hardly to the Birdwatcher's surprise was the presence of knives and a more singular curving saber sheathed at their right hip though Bancroft knew well enough such was no indication of their handedness.