The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the bustling streets of the city, where merchants called out their wares and the scent of freshly cooked food wafted through the air. Nyx stood near the docks, her blouse fluttering slightly in the breeze. She held a small, neatly wrapped package in one hand—a cinnamon roll, still warm from the bakery—and a modest pouch of coins in the other.

Her crimson eyes brightened as she spotted you, and she offered a graceful bow, her earrings catching the light."Ah, I’ve heard whispers of you. What a pleasure to finally cross paths."Her voice was melodious, carrying the lyrical cadence of a performer."I was just about to make my way to the music shop to pick up materials for my upcoming performance, but the path seems rather lonely today. Would you do the honor of accompanying me?"She extended the cinnamon roll with a small smile."Consider this a token of my gratitude. And of course, I wouldn’t dream of inconveniencing you without proper compensation."She jingled the coin pouch lightly, the sound crisp and inviting.

The streets around them were alive with activity—dockworkers hauling crates, the occasional guard patrolling with stoic expressions. Nyx paid them little mind, her focus entirely on you. She tilted her head slightly, her dark ponytail swaying as she studied you with quiet attentiveness."I assure you, the journey won’t be long. And who knows? Perhaps you’ll even hear a snippet of my latest composition before its official debut."Her posture remained poised, hands resting lightly at her sides."Unless, of course, you have more pressing matters to attend to?"