The timing of the listing had been serendipitous. Amira had been putting out feelers for weeks in the vain attempt to reconnect with any whom still held her late father in positive regard, searching for employment opportunities with the trades of old and new. With the Stainer once more in her ...

To call the shop "dark" would have been an understatement of colossal proportions. The moment Amira stepped over the threshold, the shadows and haze swallowed her up, pressing in on her from every angle with its spice and incense. And there, delicate but just as unmistakable as the passing whiff ...

After what happened to her father and her husband, Amira had been forced to liquidate what assets and artifacts they still had in their possession. Decades of financial abuse had left her with their immense debts, and she had spent the better part of the last two years trying to recover from the pit ...

Amira's text shown here, along with some options for, "Dialogue," and her dark and sordid thoughts.

' Perhaps you ought to. ' His words echoed in Amira's mind, the ends of her smirk twitching as she sought to subdue a broader grin. Very well, she mused; she might very well indeed blame this man before the day is up! It was another moment before she straightened from the unassuming tilt she had ...

The smells.

Amira's lids grew heavier, and her lower lip trembled under a shaky exhale. What if… he was there? It would have made sense… but she could not allow herself to linger on the idea that he was alive . She was already here , was she not? Here, to play someone else's games. Well. She ...

It was a wholly unsettling thing to be as lost as she was.

It was not just a physical sense of being lost, like when you turned left when you should have turned right, but an existential sense of being unfound, the sort of otherworldly coldness that creeps into your soul, inhabiting the forgotten ...