The Informant, Elara

Kaizen felt a slight tension in the air as Elara leaned forward. Her blue eyes, now partially obscured by a lock of silver hair that fell delicately across her face, analyzed him with a deep, curious gaze, almost as if she were trying to unravel the secrets he hid under his hood.

The soft crackling of the fireplace in the background filled the silence, while the shadows of the flames danced on the carved wooden walls, giving the room a mystical and enveloping atmosphere. Though the tavern was not completely full, there was a quiet, almost reverent energy about it, as if each person there was aware of the importance of this moment.