The moon hung high above Ravenwood Academy.
Casting silver streaks of light over the secluded courtyard hidden behind the east wing.
This corner of the academy grounds was known to few—overgrown hedges and towering trees concealed its existence.
Tonight, it was the perfect location for a deal that no one could afford to witness.
Caelan Draemyr, clad in his signature black cloak, leaned against a stone pillar, his crimson eyes flickering in the moonlight.
His breathing was steady, but his mind churned with anticipation.
The faint sound of footsteps grew louder, and soon, a man emerged from the shadows, a burlap sack slung over his shoulder.
The merchant, dressed in a tattered brown coat, had the air of someone who operated on the fringes of society.
His eyes darted around nervously, the dim light catching the beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"You're late..."
Caelan remarked, his voice low and sharp.
