Boils Caralne
Boils Caralne
Desperate, fidgety, and always pushing for a donation or show of charity from passers by, Boils Caralne haunts Absalom’s markets and monuments, and is among the city’s best-known panhandlers. A years-long addition to the hallucinogenic drug shiver has ruined his health, and his family and friends have long since abandoned him. A lingering case of filth fever adds to his misery. Boils gladly assists anyone who shows him kindness, gives him a decent meal, helps treat his disease, or offers him the illicit drug he craves. He has stringy hair, dresses in rags, and looks up at his potential benefactors with despondent eyes sunk into sockets darkened by sleep deprivation. A row of slaver marks runs down his left arm all the way to the wrist. For much of the past year, Boils has been a “special project” of Free Union representative Milly Tundall, but even Caralne’s clouded mind can tell that she no longer truly believes he can be saved.
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