Eiravyne barely had a chance to knock before the door swung open, revealing Karl with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile.
"Lady Skivarion visiting a Romani sorcerer... this is truly unexpected!" Karl exclaimed, gesturing for her to enter.
Eiravyne smiled warmly as she stepped inside Karl's cozy cottage.
The air was filled with the comforting scent of herbs and the soft glow of candles created an atmosphere of mystique and calm.
Karl closed the door behind her, and she took in the quaint surroundings, noticing shelves adorned with mystical artifacts and shelves filled with ancient tomes.
Karl motioned for her to sit at a small wooden table cluttered with various magical implements and books. "What brings you to my humble abode today, Lady Skivarion?"
She settled into the chair, a hint of nervousness mixing with determination in her voice. "I need your help, Karl."
