The cloaked woman stepped closer, stopping just at the edges of the light cast by Ullen's flame. Almost immediately, his eyes narrowed.
'Green eyes, brown hair, younger twenties,' he thought. 'And that brooch in her hair…'
Consort Esmerelda.
"It seems you both know who I am," the woman said quietly, her eyes trailing the skulls and bones embedded in the walls around them.
At first, one might assume her hushed tone was to avoid disturbing the resting dead, but one look at the glimmer in her eyes would remove all such thoughts from oneself.
"And I know who the both of you are, so we can skip the introductions. I need the two of you to disappear."
The madam gasped dramatically. "I understand him, but me? What threat am I to you?"
"Physically? None. But those secrets in your head… The things you've seen… Ulyeric blew his cover too soon. His mistake must be fixed."
