Meanwhile, inside the upper deck cabin…
The room of the owner of the famous Vivian Caravan was surprisingly messy.
Maps, charts, and old logbooks were scattered across a large wooden desk and pinned haphazardly on the walls.
Stacks of books on navigation, trade routes, and ancient relics leaned precariously on shelves.
There was also a half-empty bottle of fine wine sat next to a compass and several quills.
Lantern light cast warm, flickering shadows over the organized chaos… the kind that belonged to someone who lived for both adventure and meticulous planning.
At the center of it all, seated at the desk, was the woman herself.
She had long, silky black hair with subtle purple highlights that cascaded over her shoulders.
A pair of elegant glasses rested on her nose, framing sharp, beautiful amethyst-purple eyes.
A thin, old scar ran diagonally across her left eye, giving her an air of quiet danger and hard-earned experience.
