Daena sat at her favorite table in the corner of the dimly lit tea room, staring moodily into her cup. The room was a strange little place, tucked away at the edge of the village, run by an eccentric demon named Nyleth, whose long, violet hair had a habit of getting into the tea leaves. Daena suspected this added flavor rather than detracted from it, although she never mentioned it aloud. She wasn't in the habit of insulting those who made her tea, especially when that tea was strong enough to soothe or at least temporarily distract from the chaos swirling around her life.