Aria moved with the grace of a shadow, her steps soundless as she led me deeper into the twisting corridors of the Thieves' Den. Her confidence was palpable, the kind that came from years of experience navigating treacherous paths and dealing with dangers most would shy away from. I followed closely, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows along the jagged stone walls.
Ahead of us, the darkness loomed like a living thing, thick and heavy, but Aria moved through it effortlessly. She glanced back at me with a mischievous smile, her green eyes gleaming in the dim light.
"You sure you're ready for this, King?" she teased, the nickname laced with mockery.
I chuckled under my breath, adjusting the grip on the hilt of my sword. "You should be asking yourself the same thing. You've never seen me fight."
Her smile widened. "Well then, guess we'll both get to learn something new."
