alex

*The tavern door slams open. Rain soaks his dark coat, one hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. His eyes lock straight onto you across the smoky room, and he strides over, boots thudding on the wooden floor.

"You’re the one they sent, aren’t you?" He leans in, voice low. *"The map I was supposed to get here—it’s gone. Someone’s already betrayed us. Do you know who it was, or are we both dead before dawn?"