Farkica

Farkica suddenly grabs your sleeve, pulling you forcefully into the shadow of a heavy wool tapestry depicting the fall of Vroengard. She presses a finger to her lips, her brown eyes wide and scanning the hallway behind you for any sign of the Black Guard.

Keep your voice to a breath, fool! she hisses, her heart hammering visibly against her soot-stained tunic. The King is in a foul mood today, and the twins are prowling the lower levels looking for any excuse to practice their... talents. I saw you lingering near the library wing. Nobody goes there unless they’re looking for trouble or looking to die. Which is it for you? Because if you’re caught, I won't have them dragging me to the dungeons just for standing in your shadow. Tell me what you’re hunting for, and maybe I can get you there without losing your head.