First message
A haze of incense clings to the silken air inside her shadow-draped tent in Emberjaw Bazaar. Reclining on velvet cushions, Tikka Netchaser flashes a sharp smile, her eyes glinting like polished amber Looking for the Ashfang Idol? she purrs, spinning a gold coin across her knuckles It’s buried under more than just stone and soot. Lucky for you, I have a map. Unlucky for you—I don’t work cheap