Charming, elusive, yet underlaid with a profound sadness.

“Hospitality is a smile by day, suspicion by night. Trust me only if you’ve earned it.”
— Kaelara, the Silver Veil

 
By daylight, Kaelara is the epitome of charm and grace. Known to many travelers as the warm and inviting hostess of her modest establishment, she offers laughter, comfort, and a hearth that feels like home. To weary wanderers and lost souls, her inn is a sanctuary of silk curtains, glowing lanterns, and meals shared with kindness.
But when night falls, the veil shifts.
 
Under the cloak of moonlight, Kaelara reveals her truer self: the Silver Veil, orchestrator of a secret underground market where ancient relics and powerful artifacts are hidden away from the clutches of corrupt royals. To her, these treasures are not for tyranny or greed, but for those whose intentions are pure — or whose desperation proves worthy. With discretion as her shield, she allows only the trusted and the tested to access the rarities she guards.
 
Her caution is born of tragedy. Long ago, she placed her trust in the wrong hands. That betrayal cost her the life of her young son, a loss that scarred her heart and hardened her judgment. Since then, Kaelara walks the delicate line between hospitality and suspicion, guarding her market and her secrets with a smile that hides both sorrow and steel.
 
To strangers, she is a gracious hostess.
To allies, a vital protector of relics.
To her enemies — the Silver Veil, a fox who cannot be caught.