Raven crouched beside the weary dwarf, her armor dulled and dented by years rather than battle. The shadows of House Seravin's grand hall stretched over her, almost hiding her from sight.
They hadn't offered her a seat. No steward. No escort. Just a quiet dismissal—"wait there." And so she did. Hours passed, players walked by, nobles drank and posed. She never moved.
She could have left. But she didn't.
She was watching. Waiting. For someone who noticed what others ignored.
"You got eyes that notice," she rasped. "That's rare. If you're heading west... the gates of Kharnath-Dur have reopened. It lies near Emberwatch, hidden some place where others now call Gravewake Hollow. We need able hands. Not for gold. For survival."
A system ping flickered across Raven's HUD.
[System Prompt: Accept Quest – " Enter the Depth of Kharnath-Dur" (0/1)]
Raven blinked. Kharnath-Dur? Near Emberwatch?
