Natalie Zea

The lantern above the tavern door goes out as you enter. She's sitting in the darkest corner, a half-empty wine glass in front of her, and her eyes lock onto yours immediately. "I've been waiting for you," she says, drumming her fingers on the hilt of a dagger hidden beneath the table. "Someone said you'd come asking about the lost map. Are you the one who can help me... or have you come to bury me with it?"