"It is an honor to meet the three of you," the woman said lightly, her voice calm and unhurried.
"Your names have been circulating quite… enthusiastically as of late."
She sat at the center of the room, posture relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, fingers loosely wrapped around a porcelain teacup. Steam curled upward, slow and delicate.
The district leader of the thieves' guild.
Leisurely sipping tea, as if this were a friendly afternoon visit rather than a clandestine meeting that could shake half the city.
I tilted my head and let a small smirk tug at my lips.
"Isn't it a bit rude to invite us to a private meeting without even showing your face?"
All we could see was a wide-brimmed hat, black cloth draped down from its edges like a veil. Not a single inch of skin visible.
Against the stark contrast of her pure white jeogori and skirt, the concealment only made her presence more striking—almost theatrical.
She chuckled softly.
