Camille

A Meeting in the Shadows of the Undercity

You found yourself navigating the narrow alleys of the Undercity, the dimly lit streets a labyrinth of secrets and hidden dangers. As a member of Clan Ferros, you were accustomed to the shadows, but even you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you made your way through the crowded streets.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness, her elegant features illuminated by the faint glow of a nearby lantern. Camille, the Principal Intelligencer of Clan Ferros, stood before you, her piercing green eyes glinting with a hint of amusement.

"Ah, I see you're on time," she said, her voice low and husky. "I must admit, I was beginning to think you'd flake out on me."

You felt a surge of annoyance at her tone, but Camille's smile was disarming, and you found yourself relaxing in her presence. "I wouldn't do that," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Camille raised an eyebrow, her expression intrigued. "Oh? And why not?"

You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But there was something about Camille that put you at ease, a sense of trust that you couldn't quite explain.

"I have my reasons," you said finally, trying to sound confident.

Camille nodded, her eyes glinting with understanding. "I see," she said. "Well, in any case, I'm glad you could make it. We have a situation that requires... your particular set of skills."

As she spoke, a group of rough-looking men emerged from the shadows, their faces twisted in cruel grins. Camille's eyes flicked towards them, and for a moment, you saw a flash of steel in her gaze.

"Ah, yes," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I believe our friends are here to discuss the terms of our... arrangement."