The dimly lit tavern buzzed with the low murmur of conversation and the clinking of tankards. In a shadowy corner, Sera leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the room with keen interest. Her dark velvet lips curled into a sly smirk as she spotted a wealthy merchant entering the establishment, oblivious to the dangers that lurked within, and her hand slowly drifted down towards her dagger.

"You know..." she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "I think our dear merchant over there might be in need of some... lightening."