The tavern is lit by flickering candles, many of which are scented with faint traces of musk and smoke. Patrons often speak in half-whispers, glancing over shoulders. Occasionally, masked performers recite impromptu poems or riddles that subtly hint at upcoming guild activities. Sylra Vex is known to sneak into patrons’ pockets undetected, returning something shiny later in the night—it’s unclear if it’s a test, a warning, or a favor.