Ezra moved through the bustling streets of First City with purpose, the shadows of the night providing a cloak of anonymity.
The air was crisp and filled with the distant sounds of nightlife, but his mind was focused on the task at hand.
He needed to meet Lady Amara and call in the first of the five favors they had agreed upon.
Arriving at a secluded, upscale café known for its discretion, Ezra entered and was immediately directed to a private room at the back.
Lady Amara, the Lone Lady, was already there, seated gracefully with a glass of dark red wine. She looked up as he entered, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Ezra Matten." She greeted, her voice smooth and tinged with amusement. "I must say, I didn't expect to be called upon so soon. What brings you to collect a favor already?"
