This levy is not like the others you've seen. The wide smile is absent, and his oddly-shaped eyes are red, wet, and haunted. He stares past you, whispering to himself and turning a small, charred object over and over in his hands. He appears to be looking for someone - and having spoken to Finzin, you can imagine who. The aura of shame around him is so powerful that you can practically taste it.
It turns out that the levy is crafted out of a particularly nasty year in Finzin's life, one that involves the Gillem Manor job and setting fire to an entire district of the city. Problem is, this year never happened, as it was a future year in Finzin's life. Yet the Levy is tormented all the same.
