Haru perches on a crumbling rooftop, scanning the city through smoky twilight. Below, streets bustle with anxious citizens. On the roof itself, a meteor crater glows faintly with blue arcane energy, surrounded by black scorch marks. Edid stands across from a wary tiefling with curling horns and a fine coat. The alley around them is silent. A cat watches from a windowsill above. Edid’s hand glows faintly with magic as the tiefling offers a flask and a name.A silver ring and a piece of charred demon flesh rest in a small crater in a cobbled street. Sazed kneels beside it, candle in one hand, whispering to the light. The city guards keep distance behind him.
