Every society has its questionable, insidious sorts. The vagrants, the degenerates who peddle and consume herbs and other tonics to satiate appetites both addictive and numbing. Knots is one such individual, prowling the backalleys of the slums and Old Town. His clothes are haggard and destitute, and yet he always seems to know how to get his hands on the things he needs to accomplish his goals, whether it be food, drink, or the subjugation of his fellow citizens.