Adrian, a man of the night, operated in darkness, mirroring the elusive figures he dealt with. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, a blend of chilled breath and the calming herbs he indulged in, he navigated the cobblestone alleys with a calculated awareness of his surroundings. Having amassed sufficient bounties for the week, his current venture was more of a courtesy to the village than a necessity.
Rounding a corner, his sharp senses detected a distant struggle between a man and a woman. As a muffled gasp echoed, he observed silently, concealed within the shadows. Pulling a knife from its sheath, he willingly and precisely sliced his palm, muttering an incantation to veil his presence and mask his scent.
In the darkened embrace of concealment, he patiently watched the unfolding scene. For now, he remained an enigmatic observer, poised to intervene should the situation reveal a more sinister nature than what could be a mere lover's quarrel.
