The interior of a very seedy magical tavern. Dark and smoky. Most of the faces are in shadow except for a spotlight on a hooded woman at a c...

The inn looked seedy and dodgy, more so than he’d thought. Pipe smoke and the smell of ale filled the room. Magic crackled in the air–this was a den of questionable wizardry and all kinds of underworld goings-on. Ravyn would throw a fit if she knew where he was, but that wasn’t anything new. They fought a lot these days, usually when Lilia was asleep or over at the Chalices’ house. A goblin waiter tugged at his robe. “Are ya going to stand there all night or order something?” Daxius glared down at the goblin, who sported a gold tooth and a sneer, and reeked of dark magic. “I’m here to meet the one they call ‘Golden Trader.’”