The "Écume d'Atys" tavern was a discreet refuge nestled in the heart of the Matis Kingdom, prized by those seeking to escape prying eyes.
The dark wooden walls, with their patina of age, were adorned with travel souvenirs and odds and ends, witnesses to the countless stories exchanged here.
The subdued lights of the lanterns diffused a hushed atmosphere, conducive to confidential conversations.
Customers, seated on worn velvet banquettes or around solid salina tables, murmured in low voices, creating a soothing hubbub.
Canillia sat down at a table in a secluded dressing room.
She ordered a dandelion wine and waited patiently.
Shortly afterwards, Lyssan made his appearance.
Tall and slender, he moved with natural ease, his piercing eyes scanning the room before joining Canillia.
He sat down opposite her and carelessly placed a rolled-up parchment on the table.
- Good evening, Cani, Lyssan murmured, inclining his head slightly.
- Lyssan, she replied, shaking her head. Do you have any news for me?
Lyssan glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned forward slightly.
- I have a lead on Aelyne's contract, he said in a low voice.
Ser Ciochini Cuisi, secretary at Ore Altae, is a compulsive gambler.
He owes my uncle a considerable sum.
Canillia raised an eyebrow, interested.
- Considerable how?
- Enough to make him desperate," replied Lyssan with a smirk.
Canillia raised her wine glass to her lips, pondering this new information.
- Do you think your uncle would be willing to assign this debt to me?
Lyssan shrugged.
- It all depends on what you're willing to offer in return.
But I'm sure we can work something out.
Canillia nodded, a slight smile on her lips.
- All right, then. Arrange a meeting.
The sooner we act, the better.
Lyssan nodded and stood up.
- I'll take care of it.I'll keep you posted.
He left the tavern as discreetly as he had come, leaving Canillia alone with her thoughts.
She finished her dandelion wine, her gaze lost in the flickering flames of the fireplace, already working out the rest of her plan.
The dark wooden walls, with their patina of age, were adorned with travel souvenirs and odds and ends, witnesses to the countless stories exchanged here.
The subdued lights of the lanterns diffused a hushed atmosphere, conducive to confidential conversations.
Customers, seated on worn velvet banquettes or around solid salina tables, murmured in low voices, creating a soothing hubbub.
Canillia sat down at a table in a secluded dressing room.
She ordered a dandelion wine and waited patiently.
Shortly afterwards, Lyssan made his appearance.
Tall and slender, he moved with natural ease, his piercing eyes scanning the room before joining Canillia.
He sat down opposite her and carelessly placed a rolled-up parchment on the table.
- Good evening, Cani, Lyssan murmured, inclining his head slightly.
- Lyssan, she replied, shaking her head. Do you have any news for me?
Lyssan glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned forward slightly.
- I have a lead on Aelyne's contract, he said in a low voice.
Ser Ciochini Cuisi, secretary at Ore Altae, is a compulsive gambler.
He owes my uncle a considerable sum.
Canillia raised an eyebrow, interested.
- Considerable how?
- Enough to make him desperate," replied Lyssan with a smirk.
Canillia raised her wine glass to her lips, pondering this new information.
- Do you think your uncle would be willing to assign this debt to me?
Lyssan shrugged.
- It all depends on what you're willing to offer in return.
But I'm sure we can work something out.
Canillia nodded, a slight smile on her lips.
- All right, then. Arrange a meeting.
The sooner we act, the better.
Lyssan nodded and stood up.
- I'll take care of it.I'll keep you posted.
He left the tavern as discreetly as he had come, leaving Canillia alone with her thoughts.
She finished her dandelion wine, her gaze lost in the flickering flames of the fireplace, already working out the rest of her plan.