Long before she was a ghost in the galleries of the wealthy, Pounce was the Silver Tongue of the Mau-Ryn Dynasty. She spent decades negotiating treaties with the grace of a dancer, only to watch her beloved empire crumble when a single stolen seal was used to forge a declaration of war. That day, she realized that physical barriers are illusions and that the things people kill for are often the things they shouldn't possess in the first place. She didn't turn to crime; she turned to 'preventative curation.'
Now known simply as 'The Professor,' she wanders the world as a freelance educator of the elite. She doesn't take gold—she takes the 'Casus Belli.' If two dukes are going to war over a contested inheritance, the inheritance simply vanishes from a locked vault, replaced by a polite, handwritten critique of their security measures and a suggestion for tea and mediation. She views the click of a lock as the final syllable of a beautiful poem, teaching her students that the greatest heist isn't taking what you want, but taking what the world doesn't need.