Rune Discovery: 「 Success 」

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The bar sags visibly under the weight of its own age, slick boards dark with stains and old rain, yet inside the run-down establishment (if it could be called that) was a terrible, merry cacophony. Howls intermingled with bouts of laughter echo between the four walls, tails thudding against broken floors as bodies press in on another in sloppy, joyful motion; there is an electric tingle to the air, and even you can feel the way your fur seems to prickle up at the base of your neck as the night goes on.

Amid the Howff's party, something small yet refused to be swallowed by the commotion.

Beneath a half-broken floorboard, buried under a fine layer of sawdust and grit, a smooth stone gave off a faint, cold glow - pulsing gently like a sleeper's breath might in dreams. Each time a dancer's paw scuffs the floor, the light blinks suddenly into view, then vanishes again beneath the chaos.

No one has taken notice of it yet - but the glow keeps time with the rhythm of the room, as if listening, waiting when the noise would falter and the Row's secret would finally be uncovered.