In the heart of the Qomore Kingdom, far beneath the cobbled streets and bustling marketplaces, the underground lair of a hidden organization lay shrouded in gloom and silence.
The walls were damp stone, lit only by faint blue flame-lanterns embedded in iron brackets. Shadows danced around them.
Two figures stood in one of the inner chambers. The place were quiet and layered with secrecy and unease.
One was a burly man with rough stubble and arms crossed over his chest like a pair of stone gates. He leaned against the wall with his eyes narrowed.
The other, a woman draped in revealing dark silks and leather, sat atop a carved benc. Her one leg crossed over the other as she lazily smoked from a long pipe. The scent of burning herbs mingled with the cold air.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
Finally, the man grunted. "We still haven't received nothing."
