Instead of Morgana who he was expecting, two elves stood in the doorway. A man and a woman.
The woman was tall and lean, with silver hair cut short above her jaw and beautiful amber eyes that moved from Lukas to the room behind him in a single sweep.
She wore fitted dark leathers with a guild insignia stitched above her left breast, a sigil of two bones crossed over each other.
She had a short sword sitting at her hip, and Lukas could tell it wasn't in the least bit decorative.
The man beside her was broader, with the build of someone who had spent years doing physical work.
His hair was a deep red tied back in a ponytail, and his ears came to the same slight point as hers.
He held a leather folder under one arm and wore the same guild insignia on his collar.
And of course, neither of them was Morgana.
Lukas looked between them, briefly confused. "And you are..."
