A figure covered in a black cloak knocked on the wooden door of a small house located on the outskirts of Ditas.
After knocking twice, the door opened by itself, the figure stepped inside, and the door closed behind them. The interior of the hut was lit with candles, which were flickering under the soft wind that blew in from the window.
The figure who had just entered wore a hood over their face but one could never miss the white strands that peeked out from underneath the edges of the hood.
"You are late," a feminine voice rang out from around the corner of the dimly lit room, and the hooded figure slid the hood down her head before lifting her face.
"I know," came the indifferent reply from Eira as a woman emerged from the shadows. "Do you have what I asked for?"
