Character · Book 7, This Inevitable Ruin
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The Reavers' antlered adjutant, 'one of the galaxy's foremost political analysts' and no prostitute, whatever the strippers and Bigs say.
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The Reavers' antlered adjutant, a mule-deer demon with glassy eyes and a proper accent — 'one of the galaxy's foremost political analysts […] I am no prostitute!' — to whom Bigs offers ten gold — 'Twelve, if you lick against the grain' (ch. 31, ch. 79). Back on the eighteenth floor afterwards, and still discussed (ch. 81).