In a dark, smoke-filled tavern, a figure cloaked in shadows sat at a wooden table, sipping a cup of wine. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and smoke, and the patrons were a rough bunch. But this figure didn't seem to notice. They were too focused on the conversation unfolding before them.
A hooded figure slid onto the bench across from the cloaked figure. "You're looking for someone," the hooded figure said, their voice low and gravelly. "Someone with a particular... skillset."
The cloaked figure nodded, their face hidden behind a mask. "I'm looking for someone who can help me acquire a certain artefact. A relic of great power, hidden deep within the ruins of an ancient city."
The hooded figure leaned in, their eyes glinting with interest. "I might know someone who can help you
