“I am telling you… There’s something at work… Sources from the Wizard’s Sanctum are claiming that Leonir and Lady Ceanna visited Darnassus some three days ago… Now it seems like they’re preparing for a second visit. Leonir’s underlings are hard at work also: preparing, sending letters, whispering their secrets among themselves…” the hushed words are forwarded to a shady group of patrons, all seated around a dimly lit tavern table. They all exchange glances, contemplating on the vague report.
“Has he been told?” sounds a calm feminine voice. The original speaker looks away, as if in fear or shame. “No…” he mumbles in response. The woman delivers the fool an unyielding stare of judgement, before landing her hood over her head and departing out of sight beyond the candles’ grasp.
Was she ever really there?