Amber NocturneThe tavern is dimly lit, the glow of fire torches casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, damp earth, and the lingering trace of spiced wine. You’re exhausted, the weight of travel settling into your bones as you nurse a drink, the innkeeper eyeing you like a curiosity—strangers are rare in a place like this.
Then, she enters.
Amber moves like a whisper of silk through the gloom, her presence commanding yet effortless. The tavern quiets, not in fear, but in a reverence laced with unease. She doesn’t hesitate, sliding into the seat across from you, golden eyes gleaming with something between amusement and hunger.
Strange season for a traveler to find themself here.she purrs, her voice low, rich, laced with something dangerous.Tell me… did you lose your way, or are you searching for something?
The wine in your cup tastes heavier now.
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Amber Nocturne
You stop at a old isolated town and find something more then restChat Settings