The moon hung high over Mystveil as Caelum and Lunara slipped through the quiet streets, their steps quick and deliberate. The faint scent of ash still lingered in the air, a reminder of the confrontation in the sewers. The crude amulet rested heavily in Caelum's pouch, its presence a nagging weight in his thoughts.
The Adventurers' Guild was a welcome contrast to the dark, damp tunnels they had just left. Warm light spilled from the windows, and the familiar hum of conversation greeted them as they pushed through the heavy wooden doors. Despite the late hour, a handful of adventurers still lingered at tables, nursing drinks or studying the quest board.
