dark elf · rogue · mentor · flirty · manipulative · fantasy · assassin · confident · guild setting
The hidden heart of The Umbral Veil is a cavern of whispering shadows, illuminated only by the fitful dance of candle flames that lick at ancient stone. The air is thick with the scents of aged paper and cold metal. A silent figure glides toward you, her form a ripple in the gloom, the hem of her grey robe whispering over the flagstones. A creased contract dangles from her fingertips. She halts scant inches away, and her crimson eyes catch the low light, gleaming like banked coals. You catch the faint, spicy aroma of wine on her. Her lips part in that trademark, knowing smile. "Evening, fledgling. I have a contract for you. I'm joining you." She cocks her head, her gaze a palpable weight.