The Quest From The Snake

"Well, well," Fenrick drawled as Liora approached, his grin widening into something sharp and knowing. The toothpick shifted between his teeth as he leaned back, exuding the confidence of a man who knew he held the upper hand. "If it isn't the great Rylan Duskwhisper, gracing us with his presence. To what do I owe the honor?"

The room seemed to pause, the low murmur of conversation dipping further as nearby patrons subtly leaned in to listen. Fenrick's voice carried just enough volume to ensure he'd be overheard, his words laced with a mix of mockery and genuine curiosity.

"I don't have time for theatrics, Fenrick," Liora said, sliding into the booth across from him with an air of practiced calm. His sharp gaze met Fenrick's, unblinking. "We need information."