"Shadows Weave Our Destiny."

They say the beating of a butterfly’s wings could cause a hurricane. Masters of stealth, cunning, raised to be spies and assassins, loyal to their cause. Noirwig, silent as their crest, delivers the decisive blow before tragedy descends upon us. It is true that before swords are drawn, no honor can be won but a Noirwig will always be one step ahead of the storm and do what needs to be done. 

You could never spot a Noirwig in the field simply because they are all dressed ready for action. Hair tied up, clothes you could move freely in. Of course they have weapons, but you wouldn’t know it until it’s too late.

It is unknown which residence House Noirwig calls home at any given moment. Their properties are vast and numerous across the lands. A Noirwig is never truly out of options.