The soft clatter of porcelain cups and murmured conversations filled the air, blending seamlessly with the faint hum of festivities outside the window. From where I sat, the view of Mystveil's main thoroughfare was striking. Lanterns strung high above the cobblestone streets bathed the city in golden light, while vendors and performers filled the space with energy. The festival was alive, almost distractingly so.
But not as distracting as the woman seated across from me.
