Quieter than they look, like a whisper on the wind
A night-colored outfit for those who pursue prey and treasure unrelentingly
You come in the night, silver-winged tips snaring your prey
Cannonfire smoke has long seeped into the fabric and altered its hue
You are never more dangerous than after dark
Well suited for greasing palms
Worn by runners known to wield poison-tipped blades
Not entirely unlike a hangman's noose
