Landing Pad

“Well this should be an interesting encounter,” Sevra whispered to herself.
Mere moments after scaling the final wall into the most secluded part of the city.

The night was still and played with her thoughts, her cloak and the locks of hair hiding her face. Her beauty was intoxicating and the darkness of the hour could not bear her breath any longer.

It envied every piece of clothing upon her flesh. Every weapon sheathed, every trinket that adorned her moonlit skin. A faint pulse could be felt in the dull gloom that surrounded her form. The field was quiet, naturally, for this was the dank and ominous part of Dorinstadt. It was the Cemetery.

“Now why would they wish our meeting here?” She continued.