Nyra's first mission outside of Tevinter had taken her to Antiva, a land shrouded in mystery and intrigue. The higher-ups had tasked her with gathering whatever secrets lingered in the city, though to Nyra, it felt more like a side job. Her true interest lay in the people themselves. She wanted to understand those who held sway, the ones whose names were whispered from one mouth to another, whether in reverence or disdain. It didn't matter if they were beloved or feared—Nyra was determined to know them all.
As she wandered the winding streets of Antiva City, her light grey eyes flickered with a sharp attentiveness, always on the lookout for anything that might pique her curiosity. The city buzzed with life, its pulse thrumming beneath her feet, but Nyra remained focused, searching for something—anything—that could spark her interest.
The sound of laughter echoed through the narrow streets, pulling her from her thoughts and halting her steps. Intrigued, she followed the cheerful noise, her gaze lingering on the exterior of a building that seemed more captivating than most. The structure had a certain charm, something that held her attention longer than usual. Tilting her head slightly, Nyra studied it, taking her time before deciding to step inside.
Once within, her grey eyes swept the interior, absorbing the unique atmosphere that permeated the space. The air felt thick, almost electric, raising the fine hairs on her skin. A subtle shiver ran down her spine as she softly licked her lips, savoring the strange sensation. Her fingers brushed against the walls as she moved deeper into the establishment, enjoying the texture beneath her touch.
Nyra made her way to the bar counter, choosing a spot strategically—near the side, where her back could rest against a corner, making it difficult for anyone to approach unnoticed. From this vantage point, she could easily survey the entire room. She sat down and caught the bartender's eye with a simple gesture, raising her hand just high enough to signal him. "A vodka, please," she ordered, her voice soft and yet steady. She opted for a lighter drink than usual, knowing it would be wise to keep her wits about her on this day.
As she waited, the low, rumbling voice inside her mind stirred, sharpening her senses. It wasn't often that it made itself known without reason, and Nyra knew better than to ignore it. Everything around her seemed to conspire to make her relax, to let her guard down and simply enjoy the moment. But Nyra was too seasoned for that, too cautious. The very air around her made her magic hum with life, an odd occurrence that left her feeling slightly on edge—just enough to be wary, her senses heightened, her mind alert.
When a man began speaking quietly nearby, Nyra's attention snapped to him. She observed him closely, her head tilting once more in that curious manner of hers. Watching him just long enough to satisfy her curiosity, yet not long enough, would become rude. Something about him—or perhaps the situation itself—kept her instincts on alert.
As she wandered the winding streets of Antiva City, her light grey eyes flickered with a sharp attentiveness, always on the lookout for anything that might pique her curiosity. The city buzzed with life, its pulse thrumming beneath her feet, but Nyra remained focused, searching for something—anything—that could spark her interest.
The sound of laughter echoed through the narrow streets, pulling her from her thoughts and halting her steps. Intrigued, she followed the cheerful noise, her gaze lingering on the exterior of a building that seemed more captivating than most. The structure had a certain charm, something that held her attention longer than usual. Tilting her head slightly, Nyra studied it, taking her time before deciding to step inside.
Once within, her grey eyes swept the interior, absorbing the unique atmosphere that permeated the space. The air felt thick, almost electric, raising the fine hairs on her skin. A subtle shiver ran down her spine as she softly licked her lips, savoring the strange sensation. Her fingers brushed against the walls as she moved deeper into the establishment, enjoying the texture beneath her touch.
Nyra made her way to the bar counter, choosing a spot strategically—near the side, where her back could rest against a corner, making it difficult for anyone to approach unnoticed. From this vantage point, she could easily survey the entire room. She sat down and caught the bartender's eye with a simple gesture, raising her hand just high enough to signal him. "A vodka, please," she ordered, her voice soft and yet steady. She opted for a lighter drink than usual, knowing it would be wise to keep her wits about her on this day.
As she waited, the low, rumbling voice inside her mind stirred, sharpening her senses. It wasn't often that it made itself known without reason, and Nyra knew better than to ignore it. Everything around her seemed to conspire to make her relax, to let her guard down and simply enjoy the moment. But Nyra was too seasoned for that, too cautious. The very air around her made her magic hum with life, an odd occurrence that left her feeling slightly on edge—just enough to be wary, her senses heightened, her mind alert.
When a man began speaking quietly nearby, Nyra's attention snapped to him. She observed him closely, her head tilting once more in that curious manner of hers. Watching him just long enough to satisfy her curiosity, yet not long enough, would become rude. Something about him—or perhaps the situation itself—kept her instincts on alert.
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