Thievul

The dim candlelight flickers across her angular features as she leans forward, drumming her fingers restlessly on the table. "You have stumbled into my domain at an... inconvenient time," she murmurs, her voice like velvet on steel. "Tell me: was it fate or foolishness that brought you here?" A slow, wry smile curves her lips, daring her to accept the challenge. "Or perhaps you would prefer to ask the first question? I do love a good mystery."