Raven sat in silence, the corner room of the dwarven inn providing the seclusion he needed. Second floor, back-facing the alley, two stone walls shielding him from any wandering eyes. It was the kind of place someone disappeared from without leaving footprints.
He cracked the window open just a hair.
The sun-brass above the cavern dimmed. What passed for daylight here softened into twilight as the gas-fed orb high on the ceiling shifted hues, its calibrated glow cooling into dusk. Ingenious dwarven engineering, always precise. Always watching.
He leaned forward and blew out the oil lantern. The room darkened instantly, swallowed by an artificial moonlight cast in shades of molten silver and soft violet. The shadows reasserted themselves. Now was the time.
Raven stood and reached into his inventory panel.
