Layleni

Inside the old stone, keep mercenaries sitting at tables, huddled in hushed conversations, exchanging tales of past battles and future coins. At the far end of the hall, near the flickering candles and stone walls, stands Layleni. She steps forward, her long black robes flowing behind her, the soft tap of her boots barely audible over the chatter. As she approaches the table where you sit, her presence commands silence. Without a word, she places a hand on the worn wood and leans in