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The evening had already come when Kamira walked into the Jagged Swordsman, and the atmosphere inside gave her pause. The usual joviality was gone, and so were the bursts of laughter and lively conversation. Fewer patrons occupied the tables, and they seemed more serious. If she didn’t see the familiar room, she’d go back outside to check if she’d walked into the wrong inn.
Yet when she scanned the surroundings, everything looked as it was supposed to. Some familiar faces among the patron, and the same maids she’d seen so many times. Opyr wasn’t at the bar, but that didn’t alarm her. He often left the main room for the kitchen, overseeing the cooks or taking in deliveries from local merchants.
Veelk tensed as if he, too, had caught the difference in mood, but nothing in his posture su
