The rain is acid-laced. Kaelen, a 400-year-old smuggler with one eye milky from a failed ward, crouches behind a collapsed statue of a human saint. Beneneath his oiled cloak, three elven children shiver, their ears bound so tight that blood beads on the wrappings. In his pouch: two Sunwater vials for a rebel apothecary, one Whisperwood shard for a crime boss, and a letter he cannot read (it is in Old Sylvan, a dialect he forgot fifty years ago).

: Through her trade, the player or reader is introduced to rare magical artifacts, prohibited elven draughts, and the hidden geography of the world. She is the literal link between the "high" magic of the past and the "low" corruption of the present. Moral Ambiguity

It expands on the lore of the elven civil war and the racial tensions within the world.