𐙚 ‧₊The dim glow of the lanterns guides your path as you slip back into the Undercity, the clamor of the Uppercity still echoing faintly in your ears. Shadows cling to every corner, but you're not alone for long.

As you round a quiet corner, there he is—Howl, leaning against a crumbling wall, arms crossed, his figure barely visible in the foggy haze.

He straightens when he sees you, his familiar smirk softened by an almost palpable relief. "Took your time, didn’t you?" he murmurs, his voice low, with just a hint of that quiet arrogance.