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# Envoy Sandros Pellaios

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The crew of the Blue Marlin found Sandros Pellaios sitting alone in an Estorian garden shaded by tall cypress trees. He was reading a slim book bound in faded green leather, his posture relaxed, his clothes sharp but unremarkable. He looked like any minor official enjoying a quiet afternoon, yet the way his eyes flicked toward the entrance told the crew he had noted their arrival long before they reached him.
He closed the book with a soft pat and offered a courteous smile.
"I had a feeling I might see you here. It seems we share an interest in the same rumors circulating along the harbor walls."
Ayesha asked how he always seemed to know things before others. Sandros replied with a mild shrug and a faint smile.
"Observation. Nothing more. Most people speak freely when they believe they are not being listened to."
He placed the green book beside him and drew a small wooden case from his coat. Inside lay folded letters, each sealed with different crests. He held one up.
"This concerns a shipment your captain is already worried about. If you wish to know where it is, I can tell you. For a small favor or a small fee. I am flexible in my arrangements."
The crew exchanged looks. Sandros watched them without pressing. He never pushed his advantage. He simply let people think themselves into his waiting hands.
A young courier passed through the garden carrying a bundle of documents. Sandros did not stop him, did not lift a finger, but his eyes traced the boy with quiet calculation. When he turned back to the crew he said,
"You spoke to a magistrate this morning. He seemed honest. He was not. I can give you the name of the person he answers to. You will want it sooner than you think."
Ayesha demanded to know whose side Sandros was on. Sandros chuckled softly and brushed a bit of cypress dust from his sleeve.
"Whichever side keeps its promises. I dislike broken agreements. I dislike unpaid debts. Beyond that I serve whoever requires my services. Including you. If the price is fair."
A bell chimed across the garden and Sandros rose. He tucked the wooden case under his arm, gathered his book and straightened his coat with practiced ease.
"My next appointment is waiting. A minor official with a rather major problem. Do not worry. I will not mention you. Unless someone pays handsomely for that knowledge."
He gave a polite nod. "If you need me again, I will know. One develops an instinct for opportunity."
Then he walked away with calm measured steps, blending into the drifting crowd until the crew could no longer tell which figure he was. They were left with the uneasy certainty that he had learned more from their brief conversation than they had learned from him.

Picking up some marketable information

## Overview

Sandros Pellaios was once an honored diplomat of Estoria, known for his sharp mind and smoother tongue. That was before a scandal involving misplaced treaties and a vanishing noble entourage left him without a post. Since then he has reinvented himself as a freelance envoy and information broker who moves between courts, guilds and war camps with the elegance of a man who knows exactly how valuable he is. Employed by everyone yet trusted by no one, he thrives in the cracks where official alliances cannot reach.

## Appearance

Sandros dresses with quiet refinement. His tailored coats are never extravagant but always immaculate. His hair is dark and brushed back with oils that carry a faint scent of citrus. A silver ring etched with Estorian emblems sits on his finger, though he claims it is only decoration. He carries a lacquered writing case which holds contracts, coded messages and a folding knife that has never seen fruit but often sees parchment.

## Personality

Sandros is charming, articulate and maddeningly calm. He listens more than he speaks and remembers everything. He masks his intentions behind soft humor and diplomacy, even when extorting a price. He insists that he is loyal, only to the agreement of the moment, and sees that as a virtue. Betrayal is not personal. It is simply business performed with good manners.

## Talents

He is fluent in the court etiquette of all major powers, and most minor powers, and knows how to read political rooms the way a hunter reads tracks. His skill in coded writing is unmatched and he can convey complex information with a single phrase. He gathers information with precision and sells it with theatrical patience, always leaving just enough unsaid to keep buyers returning. He is adept at mediation, bribery and quiet threats delivered in velvet phrasing.

## Methods

Sandros meets clients in public gardens, libraries, bathhouses and quiet balconies where words can be exchanged without witnesses. He uses couriers that do not know they work for him and always arranges escape routes long before any negotiation begins. He prefers to negotiate over polite tea rather than raw coin counting. The tea helps hide the tension.

## Relationship with the Blue Marlin

Sandros treats the crew as potential clients or potential opportunities depending on who is paying him that month. If their goals align he will guide them with professional courtesy. If their goals oppose he will obstruct them with the same politeness. He never refuses a meeting and never offers free information. Anything they reveal in conversation will be sold to someone else within a week, unless they pay him not to. Even then he may reinterpret what counts as revelation.

Occasionally, he might need fast travel, and there is no faster ship than the Blue Marlin, so if they are going the same way, he might pay for passage.

## Uses in the Campaign

### Information Broker

Sandros can provide intelligence on political movements, military plans, smuggling lines and diplomatic schemes. His information is expensive but usually accurate.

### Shadow Diplomat

He can arrange alliances or ceasefires that no kingdom would admit to publicly. He can broker secret trades or covert prisoner exchanges.

### Unstable Ally

Sandros may help the Blue Marlin one day and work against them the next. His loyalty depends entirely on his most profitable contract.

### Source of Complication

A careless remark to Sandros could become the seed of a rumor sold to rivals or enemies. He may reveal inconvenient truths at the worst moment if it benefits him.

### Continuity Anchor

Sandros drifts between courts and camps with the grace of a man who belongs everywhere and nowhere. His reappearances remind the crew that in a world of shifting alliances, the person smiling over a cup of tea might be the one selling their secrets tomorrow.

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