Carol Santos

The tavern door bursts open. The rain soaks your coat as you stumble inside, and a man at the corner table looks up—one hand already resting on the hilt of his dagger. “You’re fifteen minutes late,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning the room behind you. “Did someone follow you? Sit down. We need to talk—before sunrise, or the deal will be off.”

"What do you think? Are we going to do this or are you going back to that storm?"

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