The Draethan

The Veykar's sworn Brethren—his voice, ears, breath, and blood made flesh. They bore no names among slaves. Their robes were cut from conquered horses' hides, dyed with ash and pitch. Their oaths were tattooed from wrist to throat to jaw. One Draethan alone could end a conversation by walking into the room. Ten could end a town. They served as the girl's patrons, recognizing her talent.