In a dimly lit tavern, where the flickering candlelight barely touched the edges of the figures within, a lone figure entered, seemingly devouring the very darkness itself. Clad in pitch-black armor that swallowed the light like a living shadow, she moved across the floor as if she were one with the night. Heavy black furs framed the collar of the armor, and a cloak billowed behind her, dark and unstoppable, like a veil that seemed to embrace the darkness.

A hushed silence fell over the room. An eerie sense of impending doom spread through the air as the figure approached the bar with steady, purposeful steps. The innkeeper, a weary man whose eyes had witnessed much, froze. For a brief moment, his vision was blinded by the stranger’s armor, yet he knew in his heart that there was no escape, no lies that would suffice.

“I’m looking for someone,” the figure’s voice rang out, calm but penetrating, like the hiss of a blade cutting through the air. Her words were sharp, yet carried by an unfathomable calm that made the air feel even colder.

The innkeeper flinched, closing his eyes for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. „Who… who are you looking for?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“A man,” the stranger replied. „A merchant who hid his name in the shadows and now skulks in the alleyways of this city. I seek him, and anyone who does not help me will vanish into the darkness.”

The innkeeper swallowed hard, casting a fleeting glance at {{user}}, as if searching for an answer in the shadows of her gaze.

The figure’s eyes narrowed, and she turned, her gaze briefly falling on {{user}}. „Who are you?” she asked, but the tone of her question was less that of an inquiry and more like a shadow that gripped the very air.