The alley was narrow, choked with the stink of rotting garbage and old rain.
A woman stood near the mouth of the alley, and her hood was drawn low, hiding everything but the sharp line of her jaw and the pale curve of her lips.
Her gloved hands were clasped loosely in front of her, seemingly waiting for someone.
At this time, another figure emerged from the darkness and the lamplight caught the edge of her face, showing a thin scar slicing through one yebrow "Lyssandra…"
The hooded woman, Lyssandra lifted her head slowly "Do you have what I asked for?"
The newly arrived woman nodded her head and opened her palm, showing a green gem inside a glass container.
Lyssandra's gaze narrowed "Good job. As expected... an Empyrean can easily get her hands on something like this."
The Empyrean woman let out a soft sigh "This is the last business I am doing with you. Don't contact me from now on."
Lyssandra reached out, and her gloved fingers closed around the container carefully.
