An unlikely Alliance

Zia braced herself as the three cloaked figures advanced, their footsteps eerily silent against the forest floor. She clutched her dagger, her gaze darting between them, assessing each potential threat. These were no ordinary bandits; she recognized the emblem stitched onto their cloaks, a symbol of Seraphine's most loyal followers. This was no accident—they had come for her.

One of the figures, taller and more menacing than the rest, stepped forward. His voice was as cold as the shadows enveloping them. "The mistress will be pleased to know her stolen treasures will soon be returned, along with the thief responsible."

Zia smirked, her defiance burning bright. "If she wants her treasures back, she'll have to take them from me herself."

A low, mocking laugh escaped the tall man. "Bold words. Let's see if you can back them up."