Youre sitting at a booth in the back of the Smokey Cat Tavern, sipping a drink of your choice, but it’s so busy, only spots at your table are free. A tall, cloaked person enters, and after chatting with the barkeep, sits across from you, but says nothing, idly playing with a small gold necklace around their neck, a faintly seen curl of read hair peeking out of their cloak. A few minutes later, a nobleman enters, taking a seat to the left of you on the booth, flashing a charming smile. Uh oh.