Finn leaned forward. The tavern’s hearth fire caught the stubble on his jaw. He reached under the counter and pulled out the axe—black steel, runes pulsing orange. He didn’t set it down. He held it, casual, like a bread knife.
But I wasn’t here for the stale bread or the potions that were ninety percent water. I was here for Elara. npc tales the shopkeeper hot
Elara’s head snapped down. Her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that was terrifyingly pre-scripted. "Buying or selling?" she asked, the words tumbling out with rehearsed speed. Finn leaned forward