A crude, unpleasant man with little more than a low cunning, it is a wonder to many how such a person ended up in charge of the Cerulean Society—or it would be, if Boule didn’t brag loudly and often that he is simply the front man for someone more powerful.

Boule is presently cowering in the Society’s hidden guildhall with the rest of their Old Korvosa leadership as the district goes to hell above them them.