I entered the room, my expression as usual. The woman before me, Liora, visibly paled and her features contorted momentarily. Her fear was palpable, but she quickly masked it with a defiant glare. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced around us, adding an eerie ambiance to our encounter.
"Good evening, Silent Merchant," I greeted her, my tone devoid of warmth. She stiffened at my words, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
I took a moment to observe her, my mind running through every detail like a finely tuned machine. Her stance was defensive, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for exits and weaknesses. Her complexion, although pale from the shock of seeing me, suggested a life spent both outdoors and in the shadowy underbelly of society. Her clothes, practical and worn, spoke of a woman who valued utility over appearance.
