Veylith's crimson eyes blazed with renewed intensity as she settled back into her chair, the temperature in the transformed tavern dropping several degrees. Her aristocratic composure had returned, but beneath it lurked something far more dangerous, the full weight of her ancient power slowly awakening from its dormancy.
"For a human," she said, her voice carrying harmonic undertones that made the air itself vibrate, "you are quite bold." Her gaze fixed on David with predatory precision. "First, to recount things I have never shared with another living soul. Second..." Her eyes shifted to Seraphina, cataloging every subtle detail of her posture, the way she unconsciously positioned herself within David's reach, the immediate obedience in her bearing. "To hold my dearest mentor's daughter as a servant of sorts."
