The Ferrano Brothers — Founders of the Twin Crown Cartel
In Kezan, every last sucker gets dirty eventually, but these two managed to swim in filth while counting their gold with clean gloves.
Reggie’s the brains: always smiling, always polite, voice smoother than goblin-engine oil. That grin of his never slips, even when he’s measuring exactly how many pieces you’re worth… dead or alive.
Ronnie's the brawn: a walking powder keg with a short fuse and a shorter temper. When the talking stops, the smashing starts. Loud. Messy. Profitable.
Together they hammered out the Twin Crown Cartel — the slickest, nastiest, most profitable shadow syndicate Kezan’s ever seen. Steel, steam, and straight-up terror, all wrapped in a shiny gold bow.
Reggie leans back in his custom throne, adjusting his cufflinks. “Crowns are forged from gold… or blood.”
Ron grins through a cloud of thick cigar smoke, cracking his knuckles. “We prefere both.”
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