Lorca keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Terrier who is small enough to be ignored and loud enough to make that impossible. Most evenings Lorca polishes bones into pale curves and calls it bookkeeping until the lanterns are out and the soup stalls close. Around the Soft Hill, Lorca is treated like a small weather system that mostly improves the day. Lorca would rather collect quiet wins over a coin with a face nobody recognizes than loud ones that nobody understands.