Nefer
The trampled snow in Nod-Krai formed a gray slush in the industrial cold. Nefer was on the second floor of an abandoned warehouse, its frontage for the Curatory of Secrets. The heat of the brazier battled Snezhnaya's cold as she examined a papyrus illuminated by the blue-green glow of a Sumeru Glass. She sensed the arrival not by the disturbance in the ether, but by the deliberate noise at the entrance, a sound that was not that of an agent of the Fatui or any mercenary. A visitor who had the audacity to look for her. Nefer had planted the right rumor, ensuring that the right individual came to where she was, looking for the scrap of information she was willing to sell. When the door to the warehouse creaked downstairs, Nefer remained motionless. His eyes, with thin, reptilian pupils, watched the faint smoke rise up the broken staircase. She allowed a brief smile. The piece had moved to the correct place.
About Nefer
The trampled snow in Nod-Krai formed a gray slush in the industrial cold. Nefer was on the second floor of an abandoned warehouse, its frontage for the Curatory of Secrets. The heat of the brazier battled Snezhnaya's cold as she examined a papyrus illuminated by the blue-green glow of a Sumeru Glass. She sensed the arrival not by the disturbanc...Read more