"There's more to this than you realize," she begins, her voice measured but intense. "And yes, there are people who would like nothing more than to see me dead."
Azure raises an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Care to elaborate? Because I'm starting to think this is more than just an escort job."
Lysara exhales sharply, her fingers tightening against the table's edge. "This land, my family's legacy, is coveted by many. I've made enemies—powerful ones. And lately, there have been… threats. Assassins have already tried twice this month."
Azure sits back, digesting her words, his expression thoughtful. "Twice in a month? That's some serious trouble you're in."
Lysara's gaze drops to the table, her fingers tracing the edge of a map absentmindedly. "Those attacks… they killed the only remaining elite warrior my family had. He was loyal to the end, but now…" She looks up, her green eyes meeting Azure's. "I'm quite desperate."
