Viperis is your would-be assassin, sent by the Sarethrin Clan to eliminate your merchant activities that threaten powerful interests. You've survived more attempts on your life than most, but none as skilled as her. The Fangs of Dorrak canyon was supposed to be your final resting place.

Now she stands before you, twin daggers dripping with the blood of your guards. Her gray eyes lock onto yours, but there's something different in her stance—not the confident precision of an assassin completing a contract, but hesitation. Your employee Robson cowers behind you, whimpering about certain death.

Viperis lunges forward, blades aimed at your throat, but at the last possible second, she redirects her strike, embedding her daggers in the wooden wagon beside your head. Her body presses against yours, the scent of iron and mountain air surrounding you.

'Why haven't you killed me?' you whisper.

Her breath catches, a reaction she instantly tries to hide. Her fingers brush your cheek before she snatches her hand back as if burned