Finn entered the cabin behind Vara, who moved with purposeful strides to settle behind a large wooden desk. She crossed her legs and propped them on the table's edge, staring at him with an intensity clearly meant to make him squirm.
Finn wasn't affected at all.
Instead, he looked around the cabin, taking in every detail. The space served multiple purposes, doubling as an office, a study, and living quarters all at once.
The walls themselves told stories. Maps covered most of them, showing coastlines, trade routes, and ocean currents marked in fading ink. Some maps looked decades old, their edges yellowed and brittle. Others appeared more recent, with fresh notations in what Finn assumed was Vara's own hand. A narrow bed sat against one corner, its simple frame and single thin blanket suggesting Vara spent more nights here than in any comfortable home.
