Description	The man before you is like many others in visage that are born in Tenigul. His skin is dark, well tanned by the sun, and his hair grows black and straight if allowed to grow. For his head is shaved, in part atleast, some has fallen out by its own desire to be rid of its master long ago. Oval eyes are home under high arching eyebrows and sit just above slender cheek bones. His face seem drawn, and tight, wrinkles have formed in all the traditional places, and then some. Framing his thin lips, and narrow mouth is a fine mustache that hangs off the corner of his mouth reaching down several inches past his chin. The black hair on this foo-man-chu is peppered with gray. He is dressed in the latest fasion of Tenigul. Silken garments, of the finest Yaskarian quality adorn his torso. He wears a bright green shirt who's sleeves hang open from his wrists in great loops of fabric. The hems of which are done with golden thread. The subtle patterns of sandpipers (common sea birds) play along in golden harmony up the sleeves. Over top this he wears a bright goldenrod colored robe. Reaching from his shoulders, the sleeveless garment hangs down over his legs to his sandal clad feet. Simple, yet rich azure trim guards the robe and highlights it. One more layer of silk covers him, this a blue vest that matches the trim on his robe. The shoulders of the vest are treated, and stand straight and flat off his shoulders giving him added height, and presence of body. On either breast of this is woven a red chrysanthemum accented with gold marking him as a minister of the Merchant Consortium. He walks with a cane, many say more for show, than for functionality. The slender cane is made of ivory and ebony set with several precious stones. The handle is carved into the likeness of a heron's head, the long bill providing a slender grip. Tucked into a silver belt that sinches the robe is a fan. The emerald and jade handle can not be missed by the observant eye.
Background	Anhadet is the sole owner of Anahdet's Yard down by the Wharf. A far sighted young man, he bought up all the property around a intersection near the docks during the troubles of Saloh II's rise to power. The Yard, as it is called, is favored among sailors and dock workers. Yet all manner of people come to be entertained at the mix of Tavern, Inn, Casino, Brothel and shops. Never married, Anhadet is wed to his work. That's not to say there aren't a few bastard children running around his Yard working for him. A powerful figure in the Merchant Consortium as well, there are few people not of noble birth in the city that are so easily recognized.
Rumors	Some say that Anhadet has suddenly become older. For years he seemed to never age, then suddenly his mood turned sour, and his hair became streaked with grey. Some whisper that he's dabling in forces best left untouched. Those sober enough realize its finially just the toil of running The Yard day and night. Yet no one can deny that he has become a bit warthful of late. On another note, his buildings in Anhadet's Yard seem to be over run with more rats than normal for this time of year.