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CREE.
Owner of the discreet Gilded Cage hideout. Cree has traveled all of El Nysa and established his spies, or "little birds" in every corner of the world. He knows intimate details about important figureheads of both factions, and suspects that the refugees are not all that they seem to be. Despite being a known criminal and the apparent orchestrator of the VIOLET 2710 attacks, he provides work for the lower class and seems to have a generally positive reputation. He has a strong dislike for Ashti.
Cree is almost never seen without a small bird on his shoulder. You might find that you have seen this bird before, and if you listen closely enough, you will hear it speak common to its owner. If you specifically request contact with the the bird alone, it is entirely possible it will carry out a conversation with you.
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[ The effect that Cree's words have on him is evident in the way he twitches in his seat and his fingers fidget and bounce on the table. He doesn't like it at all. At least back home, lines had been clearly drawn, the side in the wrong clear to everyone but the Empire itself. He doesn't want to have to make a choice. This...shouldn't be their fight.
But it is now, and besides, he can hardly explain that to Cree. Instead, he sniffs, scratching at his nose, and glances across the room at some undefined point. ]
I-I only...I only wanted to help keep people safe.
[ But he hadn't been able to even stop that bomb from going off in the Market District. His district. ]
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But it is now, and besides, he can hardly explain that to Cree. Instead, he sniffs, scratching at his nose, and glances across the room at some undefined point. ]
I-I only...I only wanted to help keep people safe.
[ But he hadn't been able to even stop that bomb from going off in the Market District. His district. ]
People like you make that pretty hard to do.