Hafeez Arwa

a clerk who works in the bel dame offices.

"Hadjara had grown out her dark hair since Nyx had last seen her. It was braided close against her scalp. She was older, too; over thirty now, probably. Age suited her; the fine lines and deeper frown and harder edges that came with seeing too much shit under two suns gave her some character. She was a little too pretty for Nyx’s taste, and a little too upbeat, but Nyx was reconsidering. "