A Parliament of Rooks
Ohmad - The King of Rags
Once a powerful member of the Ebon Noose cabal, he is now the ruler of trash diggers that live beneath Boston.
He is an old man. That much does not leave much to imagination. His skin is sagging, like wet brown paper. His skin is a pale yellow, the result of living so many years in the filth. His eyes have gone pale. They were once so bright. His hands are heavily wrinkled, and the flesh cling to the bones as if were they to let go they would fall apart. His hands are twisted, the fingers crooked, and with every adjustment a cracking sound is heard. Can’t help but wonder if he tried to move his hands in two separate directions and was forced to pay the price.