Dathan enters the narrative with authority that refuses explanation. He arrives bearing a commission of unusual scope, supported by documentation so carefully prepared that few dare question it. Royal seals appear where they are needed. Legal challenges fade. Military restrictions loosen or disappear altogether. No one can point to the source of this power, only to the result. Opposition stalls. Compliance follows.
Most assume Dathan hails from Cendomvita’s western coast. He dresses the part, speaks with the accent when it suits him, and moves through mercantile and legal spaces as though he belongs there. Yet no record confirms it, and he never corrects the assumption. He understands systems well enough to navigate them and confidently enough to step outside them without apology. His requests arrive framed as necessities. His expectations leave little room for refusal.
Dathan speaks calmly and with precision. His tone carries warning rather than threat, implication rather than command. He never raises his voice and never explains consequences, but those who deal with him sense their weight all the same. People leave his presence unsure whether they have been granted protection or quietly marked for compliance. He offers no clarity about loyalty, only terms.
There are whispers that his reach extends beyond legitimate channels, but proof remains elusive. Dathan leaves no trail and claims no patron. Whether agent, broker, or something less easily named, he operates in the space where certainty breaks down. Those who accept his commissions understand one thing clearly. Once an agreement is struck, Dathan expects it honored, and whatever stands behind him does not forgive unfinished business.