The inn was quiet that morning, save for the occasional sound of footsteps from the few early risers moving about.
Selene stood near the staircase, lazily wiping the wooden railing with a damp cloth, though most of her attention was focused elsewhere.
Her golden eyes lingered on the man sitting at one of the tables below. Rem.
She had met all kinds of men in Sorin City — braggarts, cowards, merchants looking to cheat a few extra coins out of someone too naive to notice.
But Rem wasn't like any of them. There was a quiet stillness about him, an unnatural air that made him stand out.
He carried himself with a level of detachment that was rare in a city as lively as this. He looked like someone who had seen too much, survived too much, and learned not to flinch at it.
Selene smirked slightly, leaning against the railing as she watched him. More importantly — how could she take advantage of this?
