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She built her reputation on lies wrapped in silk. To the courts and councils, she is known as a humane slave trader—a woman who claims to rescue the desperate from war, famine, and ruin, offering them “work” instead of death. Her caravans fly banners of mercy, and her ledgers are forged with charitable intent. The truth is far uglier. For decades, she has profited from the suffering of endangered peoples, selling them quietly to the highest bidders while preaching compassion to the world. Entire cultures have thinned under her influence, their disappearance blamed on conflict or misfortune. She never stains her hands directly; instead, she hires bandit clans to raid remote villages in the Vast, ensuring a steady supply of captives while keeping her name clean. Cruelty is not merely a tool for her—it is a pleasure. She delights in breaking wills, in watching hope rot behind grateful smiles forced by chains. Every act of torment is disguised as necessity, every atrocity justified as “order.” Those who see through her façade rarely live long enough to speak. And those who don’t often praise her as a savior, never realizing they are applauding the architect of their own extinction.