The heavy scent of roasted coffee beans in the air did little to mask the sudden, biting chill that seemed to emanate from Dominic Mylod as he leaned against a stone pillar just outside the café. In the high-stakes theater of Duskhaven City commerce, men like Tim Parle were merely static on the line, yet their arrogance frequently required a firm hand to tune them out. Dominic’s thumb swiped across his encrypted device, and within seconds, the call connected.
" Lord," Jake Powley's voice crackled through the line, instantly subservient and sharp. "Mr. Powley speaking. How may I serve the Dragon Temple today?"
"I’ve encountered a minor irritant," Dominic said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion, which was far more terrifying than a shout. "Find out everything there is to know about Elmsfor
