The Resting Raven was bustling with dinner service. Aria stood behind the bar, wiping a mug as Ilsa ushered customers to tables.

Kael, seated in a quiet corner, was trying to enjoy a bowl of stew when Vix sauntered over, carrying a second bowl.

“Mind if I sit?” Vix asked without waiting for an answer.

Kael sighed. “What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thought you might like some company.”

At that exact moment, Aria, balancing a tray of drinks, tripped over a stray stool. She yelped, flailing as the tray flew into the air. Vix, with reflexes born of pure mischief,...