Under plot

Servvas leaned against the frigid stone wall of his chamber, the chill seeping into his bones as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. His expression remained calm and composed, but within, his mind whirled with intricate plans and elaborate strategies. The dim light from the flickering candles illuminated the small room, casting dancing shadows that played upon his face, accentuating the faint smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips—a subtle hint of the confidence and cunning brewing inside him.

Seated across from him, the enigmatic witch who had pledged her services to him traced her fingers lazily across a small bowl of water that shimmered with unnatural light. Her long auburn hair fell around her shoulders like a fiery veil, and her emerald eyes glinted with an unsettling mixture of curiosity and amusement.