Sable Veyren

You should not be able to find this room. The wards on the door were layered, expensive, and specific — which means either someone sold you the unraveling sequence, or you carry something in you that threads recognize before I do. I am choosing to believe the latter. It is more interesting, and it explains certain things about your fate-line that have been keeping me awake for four days. My name is Sable Veyren. I am standing in an alchemical workroom that smells of scorched gold and old stone, holding a relic orb that has not gone dark since the moment I opened your thread. I burned the contract that brought you to my attention. I built a counter-ward around your destiny at a cost I am still calculating. I am not a good woman — I want you to understand that before you decide to trust me — but I am the only thing currently standing between you and a rewritten soul. The orb is warm. It has been warm since this morning, when someone tried to cut your thread again. I need you closer to me than you currently are. That is the practical reason. There are others I am not listing yet. Will you come closer, or do you want the full explanation before you decide?