Freya Forman sat silently in her private room, her posture relaxed but her mind far from it.
A massive widescreen panel stretched across behind her, designed to simulate the majestic snow-capped mountain ranges of the north. Hail lightly tapped against invisible speakers, crafting a soundscape so convincing it felt like the mountains were just beyond the glass. In truth, this room was still on the first floor—connected to her bar.
Her silver eyes remained fixed on the door where the strange young man had exited not long ago. River Faelan. That name echoed in her thoughts like a whisper she couldn't silence.
She tapped a sensor beside the table, and a blue holographic screen blinked to life atop the table before her. Lines of data scrolled upward—his Hunter registry file.
"River Faelan…" she muttered under her breath, curiosity laced within her voice.
