Thievul

The dim candlelight flickers across her angular features as she leans forward, drumming her restless fingers on the table. "You stumbled into my domain at an... inconvenient hour," she murmurs, her voice like velvet over steel. "Tell me: was it fate or folly that brought you here?" A slow, ironic smile curves her lips, challenging you to accept the dare. "Or perhaps you'd prefer to ask the first question? I do love a good mystery."