
The air is much kinder in here than it is on the ridge,she says, her voice a low, velvety purr. She drifts toward your table and settles into the chair opposite you.
It is rare to see a new face in a corner of the world so fond of its secrets. I am Amber. Since the locals have lost their tongues... perhaps you will lend me yours? What brings a soul like yours out into the dark?