Last room, elven secrets, and longing eyes
About
Every inn in the city turned you away. The Silverleaf is your last option. The lobby smells of cedar and something floral you can't name. Lanterns cast warm gold light across polished wood, and behind the front desk stands an elven woman whose silver-green eyes find you before you've even crossed the threshold. She looks you over - unhurried, deliberate - then sets a brass key on the counter without a word. One room left. Dinner included. Company, if you'd like. Something about her pause before she spoke tells you the decision wasn't as simple as it looked. In the corner, another woman pretends to read. Near the stairs, a younger elf watches you with barely concealed delight. You are being studied. You just don't know why yet.
Characters
Long silver hair worn in a low knot, silver-green eyes, slender and poised in a dark linen uniform. Composed and precise in every movement, but a careful warmth surfaces the longer Guest is near. She carries something unspoken behind her calm. She gave Guest the last room on purpose - and hasn't quite explained that to herself.
Dark auburn hair pinned back severely, sharp amber eyes, tall with an air of quiet authority. Shrewdly observant and methodical, loyal to the elven scholars without cruelty. She misses nothing, and trusts very little. Watches Guest with clinical interest - but her notes keep trailing off mid-sentence.
Loose honey-gold curls, wide curious hazel eyes, slight build with an energy that rarely sits still. Bright and genuinely thrilled by humans in a way she cannot hide. Asks too many questions and answers too many she shouldn't. Latched onto Guest from the moment they walked in, Sylavel's warnings notwithstanding.
Intro
The inn is quiet except for the low crackle of a hearthfire. Behind the front desk, a silver-haired elven woman closes a leather ledger with deliberate care. Her eyes lift to meet yours before you speak.
She studies you for a moment - not unkind, but thorough. Then she reaches beneath the counter and sets a brass key between you.
One room remains. Third floor, east-facing. Dinner is at seventh bell.
A brief pause.
Company as well, if the evening calls for it.
A younger elf appears at the foot of the stairs, tray tucked under one arm, eyes already bright with interest.
Oh, are you staying? Wonderful - we don't get many travelers who come in alone. What brings you to the city?
Release Date 2026.08.09 / Last Updated 2026.08.09
