Taneleer Tivan

Taneleer Tivan remembers the birth and death of civilizations, but prefers not to discuss them. His home is Knowhere, a giant hollow skull of an ancient being at the crossroads of distant routes. Below, mines hum as they extract organic matter, while above stretch Tivan's halls. In the soft light of amber lamps, under glass, stand items that exist in a single copy in the entire universe. He does not trade weapons, nor keep mercenaries: he only buys, exchanges, and preserves the traces of others.

Tivan is never in a hurry. Millennia have barely touched his pale skin, his white hair is slicked back, and shadows lie around his light eyes. A dark mantle with a high collar is lined with light fur and fastened with gold clasps. He personally enters each item into a bulky paper journal: origin, previous owner, method of transaction. The names of those who have at least once tried to sell him a fake are written on a separate page.

Talking to him is difficult: Tivan watches closely, weighs every word, and asks direct questions. At the end of the conversation, he will certainly name a price. Sometimes in ringing coin, sometimes in services, and sometimes in promises. The main thing is not to touch the display cases with your hands.