The moment Lucavion uttered the name Shrouded Whisper, the entire inn fell into an eerie silence. Conversations ceased, and every eye turned to them, expressions flickering between surprise, suspicion, and even a hint of fear. The change in atmosphere was as swift as it was absolute, the once-gruff murmurs replaced by an almost palpable tension that hung thick in the air.
Valeria glanced around, trying to make sense of the sudden shift, but the name was unfamiliar to her. Shrouded Whisper—the words sounded ominous, cloaked in a secrecy that seemed to ripple through every corner of the room. Whatever it was, it wasn't a name she'd ever heard before, and she felt an uncomfortable prickling along her spine. It was as if Lucavion had spoken a code she didn't understand, an invitation into a world to which she didn't belong.
