A dimly lit medieval tavern at night , warm firelight flickering across wooden beams and smoky air. In the foreground , Tychondrious , a tall , silver-haired human male in a weathered traveling cloak and worn leather armor , rises from his seat at the bar. He moves toward a narrow wooden staircase , a brass key in hand. As he passes , he glances at a hooded woman sitting alone at a shadowed corner table. Only her pale , slender hand rests on a mug , and a faint strand of silver hair escapes her hood , catching the firelight. Tychondrious’s expression is calm but pointed , as if delivering a quiet remark while continuing past her. The atmosphere is heavy with tension , the tavern quieter now , most patrons retired , leaving only the woman’s stillness and the crackling hearth to break the silence. ,

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Created on: 9/2/2025, 5:04:25 PM