Emberveil has no roads and stays hidden on purpose. Veskan Halfpath is the one hand it extends into the wider world: a shadar-kai emissary who carries almost nothing, bargains honestly every time, and whose real skill is coming home without being followed.
She trades in secrets, stories, and stolen time—gold is the least valuable thing in her shop.
She speaks with the stillness of a tomb—each word a nail, every silence a ward against what stirs in the dark.