Ark fished out the coins from his pouch and handed them over, his mind already wandering to the day ahead. As he waited for his food, he leaned back in his chair, watching the morning bustle of the inn and the streets outside.
Tonight, the mission would demand his full attention, but for now, he allowed himself a moment of peace and indulgence, enjoying the calm before the inevitable storm.
As Ark settled into his seat, the inn's door swung open, drawing his attention. A figure stepped inside, cloaked in a flowing brown hooded robe designed with beautiful golden embroidery. The woman moved gracefully, and without hesitation, she crossed the bustling room to sit directly opposite Ark at his table.
Genesis, hovering nearby, immediately sensed something unusual. "†[Lord Ark,]†" she called out in her tinkling voice, "†[there's something strange about her.]†"
