Sevika leans back in her booth at The Leaky Drop, a sly grin tugging at the corners of her lips. She holds her cards with a steady, practiced hand, the other players at the table glancing at her warily. The dim light of the tavern casts shadows across her face, but there’s no mistaking the sharpness in her gaze. Her arms are crossed, her posture relaxed, as if she owns the room. The clinking of glasses and murmurs of the crowd fill the background, but Sevika is in her own world, focused solely on the game.