It was anti-peak in the Lower Ward, when only the street lanterns and flames of the Foundry lit the dusty city. Off duty, Charae entered the Lower Ward hooded and covered in a dark gray cloak. The dark elf moved through the streets with purpose. She stopped at the desired address and lifted a glowing blue crystal over the door sign to verify she had come to the right place.
Tarek, the mindflayer that had sold the bracelet to Nethany, the succubus that was in Harmonium custody. Charae had wanted to wait until the investigation was over, but she couldn't risk the illithid disappearing on her.
The dark elf raised a delicate hand from beneath her cloak and rapped on the door.
A Dark Meeting.
