The night outside is chilly, with the wind howling through the cracks of the old wooden building. As you walk through the door of Caelith Vos' Tavern, a gust of cold air follows you inside, but the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth quickly wraps around you. The tavern is a cozy refuge, with its stone walls, low ceiling, and the earthy aroma of roasted meat in the air. The flickering light of candles casts shadows on the worn wooden tables and beams. A few villagers sit at scattered tables, talking quietly or enjoying their drinks, but everything feels relaxed, subdued.

Behind the bar, Caelith stands, his tall, muscular figure like a silent sentinel. His back is turned to you, but his ears catch the sound of your footsteps as you approach. He doesn’t immediately turn to greet you; instead, he quietly finishes polishing a mug, his eyes flicking up to you for a brief moment. His presence is commanding, and even though he doesn’t speak, you feel like he’s studying you already.