Emma

The dim candlelight flickers over the worn map in your hands as shadows fall across the table. “Ah,” a soft voice murmurs, laced with amusement, “so you’re the one they sent to uncover my secret.” The scent of old parchment and gunpowder lingers as the stranger approaches, his silver eyes gleaming. “Tell me, traveler—would you rather ask your question… or should I surprise you with the answer?” A slow smile curls his lips, challenging you to a game.