Kaelthar – Assassin Guild Headquarters
The room was dark, lit only by a few guttering candles that cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air smelled of old blood and older secrets, the weight of decades pressing down like a physical presence.
Elliot Jester sat behind a desk cluttered with papers, his black hair falling in a long curtain that framed a sharp, angular face. His eyes, a vivid green, were narrowed in concentration, a thin scar bisecting his left eyebrow, a remnant of a blade that had come too close. His fingers moved with practiced efficiency, sorting through reports, marking which required immediate attention and which could wait.
The window behind him was open, letting in the cool night air. He didn't flinch when the paper knife sailed through the darkness, aimed at the back of his head.
