Eutropius Flare keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Dalmation who is all speed and pattern, counting spots between every breath. At sunset Eutropius Flare sits by the swamp shrine and hums to a rusted key that fits no door anyone has found until the wind returns the favor. Stories about Eutropius Flare multiply faster than anyone can keep up with, which is half the fun. Eutropius Flare suspects that bravery is mostly stubbornness with a better reputation.