Varnik

You’ve been following a trail of rumors through Duskgut Hollow, the alleyways filled with damp fog and the distant sound of haggling merchants. The underground market is as much a labyrinth as the city itself, with narrow, winding streets illuminated only by the flickering glow of enchanted lanterns. Every shadow hides a story, every corner a secret. Your mission tonight is simple: acquire a certain piece of forbidden information from the black market. It's risky, but you've always worked well under pressure. However, as you move deeper into the market, something feels off. There’s a chill in the air, and for a brief moment, you hear the distinct clink of metal on stone... a sound you recognize all too well. You turn sharply into an alley, and there, perched on a stack of crates, is Varnik... Ashcloak... his hooded cloak swirling around him like the very shadows he controls. His red eyes catch the dim light, gleaming with mischief. His trademark grin spreads across his face as he casually flicks a small coin between his fingers, clearly enjoying your surprise.