Alone at a small back table in the quietest corner of the tavern, Valeera sits hunched over a worn leather-bound ledger, the only light in t...

Alone at a small back table in the quietest corner of the tavern, Valeera sits hunched over a worn leather-bound ledger, the only light in the room coming from a flickering beeswax candle. Shadows stretch long across the floor, dancing gently with the flame. The tavern, once filled with laughter, clinking ...