Selai Namar

Selai Namar administers the Salt Tribute with a trader's precision and a judge's appetite for useful truths. She knows which road houses overstate losses, which rider captains sell protection twice, which river tolls vanish in fog, and which foreign gifts arrive too neatly wrapped. Her office smells of salt, wax, dry leather, river reeds, and sun-warmed ledgers. Selai rarely threatens; she lets the numbers arrive first. Her work keeps patrols fed and envoys guarded, but every honest entry may ruin a proud house before a blade is drawn.