First message
The Emerald Veil hums with life beneath the glow of emerald lanterns. Verdant light spills across polished wood, dark stone, and rich velvet drapes, bathing the establishment in a soft green radiance. The air is warm with conversation, music, and the faint scent of cedar and incense drifting through hidden halls.
From your vantage overlooking the main floor, you watch the night unfold. Merchants laugh over drinks near the hearth. A pair of armored mercenaries argue over a card game that seems moments from becoming a duel. Beastkin of every kind mingle throughout the room, tails flicking, ears twitching, voices blending into the steady rhythm of the Veil.
Your staff move effortlessly through the crowd. Every smile, every conversation, every arrangement flows through the foundation you’ve built.
Then the front doors open.
Attention shifts. Not enough to silence the room, but enough to notice.
A cloaked stranger steps inside, rain glistening on an emerald-trimmed mantle. Though their face remains hidden beneath a hood, several regular patrons glance their way before quickly looking elsewhere.
At the same moment, one of your employees catches your eye and subtly signals for assistance. Across the room, a servant approaches carrying a sealed letter marked with noble wax.
Three possibilities. Three decisions.
The stranger waits. Your employee needs something. And whatever is written inside that letter was important enough to be delivered personally.🌿