
the Vapor-Tongued
Lilith of Psappha
Level 5Poisoner — the smallest drop of Saltrow nightshade leaves no
The Guild39 silverLast seen: Saltrow What the City Says
Lilith of Psappha arrived on the last ship in with forged papers, and Lantern Row and High Market both know her now as someone who can make a poison so small it leaves no trace. Her silver ring runs cold whenever someone speaks her name with real malice — twice tonight already.
Known Powers

Fume-Craft
Brews a vapor that answers to no hand but its own — silence, sleep, or panic, depending on the mix.

Second Face
Pass as someone else entirely to one person who doesn't already know you well, once a night -- the illusion breaks the moment they touch you or you speak more than a few words.
Known Possessions
A silver ring that runs cold on your finger the instant someone speaks your name with real malice — it has gone cold twice tonight already, and you don't yet know why.
the collector's scroll — three inked likenesses (her own among them) under a counting-house mark
a grateful new contact — the sharp-faced man from the scroll, owing her now
a name spoken flatly to her face — the widow knows exactly whose debt she carries
the ship's boarding papers and proof of the harbor watch's old bribes
the Broker's signed and sealed letter releasing her debt entirely
a shared plan against the widow and the Broker, drawn with Day Aryante and Esme Meadows
the widow's own payment ledger, countersigned by an unrecognized third hand
the third signer's true name, and the widow's account of how she learned Lilith's real one
a name and a face put together at last — the third signer confirmed as someone from her life before Duskhaven, though not yet what that means
A Vial of Saltrow Quiet
the true buyer's name behind the harbor rolls
an ally in Gerald Finch, sworn against the widow's circle
control of the Shambles's old salt-gate, and a forged permit chest in the signer's place
a clue: the burned tenement row's cellars form a hidden bolt-hole route through the rubble
an unopened iron strongbox
a bag of silver from the opened strongbox
a harbor clerk's coat and ledger, and one clean crossing past the corporal's patrol before the tide-bell shift
confirmation the hooded men were sent to match her face against a description, and that they report to the corporal's cordon, not the stout man's gatehouse operationPublic Deeds
Day 28 posed as a Guild clerk and publicly dressed down two hooded lookouts near the Saltrow salt-house before a growing tide-gate crowd.made the Daily
Day 28 a Guild factor's assistant dressed down two hooded loiterers by the Saltrow salt-house in front of half the tide-gate crowd
Day 22 A stranger nobody could quite place slipped a watch corporal's closing net at the burned row tonight, right in front of the families camped in its ruins.
Day 13 A tavern crowd in Lantern Row watched a poisoner buy drinks and laugh late into the night with a Palace Hill runaway and a fellow foreigner, three unlikely faces at one table.