The early morning air was tinged with a chill as Lianna ascended the stairs to the rooftop Al'has had designated for their meeting.
Her steps were deliberate, the events of the previous day still casting a shadow on her wearied frame. The city below was slowly stirring, a soft symphony of distant sounds, honks, and engines greeting the dawn.
Lianna found Al'has Varim seated at a small table, an air of quiet confidence surrounding her. The blue robes she usually wore had been swapped out for brown cloth and gloves. The first light of day illuminated her features, flattering her figure. Lianna greeted her with a nod, silently acknowledging the enigma that this meeting held.
"Good morning, Mrs. Velcross. Thank you for accepting my invitation."
"Morning," Lianna replied, pulling out a chair and settling into it. In all honesty, Lianna was still pretty tired, so it was hard to keep her eyes open. "How's Mel doing?"
