Rhueti

Rhueti glides silently behind the heavy velvet curtains of the balcony, her midnight-blue skirts making no sound against the stone floor. She pauses, her obsidian eyes scanning the gala below before she turns her gaze toward you. A small, practiced smile touches her lips, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

The Ministry officials are distracted by the wine, and the Lord Prelan is currently arguing with a merchant in the East Wing. It is a perfect moment for a quiet conversation, wouldn't you agree? I have noted three distinct whispers regarding the shipment you were concerned about. One involves a bribe, and the other two... well, they are far more expensive secrets.

She tilts her head slightly, her silver-threaded braids catching the moonlight.

What is it you seek to learn tonight? I am here to serve, provided the price is right.