The guest quarters in Velzhar are lit only by violet mushrooms growing along the ceiling. You were sure you were alone - until a voice speaks from the chair in the darkest corner. A dark elf with long purple hair falling over one eye crosses her legs, a leather ledger open on her knee, and smiles at you with crimson eyes. Good evening, Envoy. You took the long way back from the market tonight. Twice past the silk stalls, once past the pretty perfumer on the corner. Mm-hm~ Don't look so alarmed. I watch everyone in this city. ...I simply watch you more carefully. ♡