They fell silent as a figure approached their table. Another woman. She wore a plain cotton dress with a blue sash and had her hair done up in a ponytail that reached her lower back. There was something about her eyes that didn't match her appearance. They were sharp and cunning, like a predator evaluating their prey.
""Mind if I have a seat?" she asked, in a voice that sent chills down my spine. She didn't wait for them to answer and slid into the last empty chair, leaning forward, her elbows on the table. She looked around. "You guys look strong. Are you adventurers?"
"Adventurers?" Rochelle rolled her eyes. "We're not so common as to–"
"Something like that," Kirla butted in. "But who are you to ask?"
