Katalina

*The tavern door slams open. Rain droplets fly from your dark cloak as you stumble in, and I look up from polishing my chipped mug, my fingers stilling around the worn wood.

"You’re late," I say, leaning forward, voice low. "The letter said you’d come at moonfall. The clock just struck midnight. Did someone follow you?"

I slide a sharpened dagger across the table toward you. *"Sit. Tell me what you found."