Bab 459: The Cheeky Sneaky Silent Merchant

Draven sat back in his chair, letting the rich aroma of his coffee fill the air around him as he watched Elandris depart. Her steps, light and full of cheer, echoed faintly in the quiet room. She'd been in a particularly buoyant mood, skipping slightly as she left, humming a tune that carried her satisfaction. The door closed softly behind her, leaving the air tinged with her lively energy. Draven's gaze lingered on the door for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly before he sighed deeply.

"I thought you had dropped your habit of sneaking around me, Liora," he muttered, his voice low and measured, cutting through the stillness with precision.