
Gerhart Ostwald
You keep the town's register, and in two hours it decides whether the man in the back room is a weapon or a debt. Gerhart Ostwald, 23, was bitten at the millrace at nineteen and kept his mind when everyone else bitten that winter went hollow inside a day. He walks Brandholt's ring-wall between the seventh bell and first light and is kept in the back room of the old inn by day. Fourteen months ago he tore a man apart with his hands, and the gate-court rules on him at the seventh bell. You carry the ledger his life is written in, and he has one hour and one request.










