Bottle

Mage - 14th Army - The Bonehunters

warren(s) : Meanas, Thyr

Beak : .... an old style warlock from the Jakata people who were the first people on Malaz Island after the Stormriders retreated.  He can see through the eyes of all sorts of creatures and that must have been helpful since the coast.. (RG)

'a rather plain young man wearing leathers but no weapon.' (HoC UKTpb, p.213)

Fiddler : "Quick's got more warrens to draw on than an mage I've ever heard about. Except maybe you.."

"But I don't even like warrens."

"No, you're closer to Nil and Nether, aren't you? Spirits and stuff. When you're not playing with Hood and Shadow that is"...

"Well. Holds. They're Holds. Or they were. Before warrens. It's old magic, that's what my grandmother taught me..." (BH UKTpb. p.110)

Bottle joined the army at the insistence of his dead grandmother.

"My grandmother thought it would be a good idea. She'd just died, you see, and her spirit was, um, agitated a little. About something." (BH UKTpb. p.111)

“What made you join the army, Bottle?”

She insisted.  “My grandmother thought it would be a good idea.  She’d just died, you see, and her spirit was, um, agitated a little.  About something.”  Oh, steer away from this, Bottle.  “I was getting bored.  Restless.  Selling dolls to pilots and sailors on the docks --”

“Where?”

“Jakatakan.”

“What kind of dolls?”

“The kind the Storm-Riders seem to like.  Appeasement.” (BH)

His grandmother, well, an old woman at least.  Assumptions could be dangerous.  One of her sayings, maybe.  (TCG)