“An aging yet formidable smuggler sits in the shadowed corner of a candlelit parlor, draped in deep violet silks embroidered with gold. Wrinkles line her sharp, knowing face, but her piercing eyes—honed by decades of deception—miss nothing. A smirk plays on her lips as she lazily twirls a goblet of dark wine, the rings on her gnarled fingers catching the dim light. The scent of aged tobacco and rare spices lingers around her, mingling with the faint perfume of old leather and ink- stained parchment. Behind her, crates of contraband treasures—smuggled elixirs, stolen heirlooms, and forgotten artifacts—stand as proof of her lifelong empire. A finely crafted cane rests beside her, but whether it’s for support or a concealed weapon, only she knows. Every deal, every secret, every whispered threat has led to this moment, and she watches with quiet amusement, knowing she holds all the cards. ”