Kapitel 350: Money, money, money

Lucavion stepped out of the tavern into the humid embrace of Stormhaven's night. The salty tang of the ocean mingled with the cool breeze that whispered through the streets. Around him, the city bustled with nocturnal energy—merchants hawking their wares, sailors trading tales of distant shores, and workers toiling under lantern light. 

He adjusted his coat against the wind, his dark eyes scanning the lively scene before settling into a steady stride. 

[Why did you bring up the Duke's daughter?] Vitaliara's voice was soft yet pointed, cutting through the hum of the crowd. She drifted beside him, her translucent form flickering like a reflection caught in a rippling pool of light. [You knew something that wasn't in the rumors.] 

Lucavion's lips quirked into a faint smirk. "I just heard it from somewhere," he replied, his tone light and dismissive. 

[Really?] Her tail flicked with a touch of exasperation, the glow of her form brightening momentarily.