Castilian duellist of the merchant house Gonzalo Quesada, out of La Reina del Mar, a fact Cardenal Verdugo produced at Mass, along with a warm mention of Diego's father, in the tone of a man showing you a knife he has no immediate plans to use.
At the table he is the voice: the one who talks the company through gates, charms clerks, and monologues rooftops into submission while everyone else reloads. His famous contributions include punching a manacled friend bloody to sell a disguise ("Do you forgive me?") and being the only member of the gate party who could legally pronounce the cover story.
Sure. If you wish to meet this god you keep talking about, by all means — let us knock on the front door.
He is also a haunted man. His childhood friend Carlos Acosta de Trinidad, dead three times over, unbleeding, stronger with each return, blames Diego for Consuela's death and has promised him the rocks below. The company has met the revenant's shadow twice now. Diego does not talk about it. For Diego, silence on any subject is its own alarm.