Sella Virelane
The wine is imported, the pillows velvet, and the laughter effortless—but somewhere between the silk and the shimmer, someone is listening.
Ruzkan Thrice-Hanged
He doesn’t talk about how he survived the rope—not anymore. He just pours another drink, tightens the knot in his apron… and waits.
Father Brioc Emberhall
The ale burns on the way down—but so does the truth when it finally surfaces.
Grelma Dustwhistle
She hums to herself as she pours your drink, the light in her eyes a little too clever, a little too watchful for someone who claims she’s “just a tavernkeep.”
Cinderspark Alley
Cinderspark Alley is a narrow, winding city passage caught between the blaze of rebellion and the shimmer of arcane unrest.
Nexira “The Discordant”
Her voice starts soft—siren-sweet, almost sorrowful—until it cracks the sky and leaves a riot in its wake.