As Gaya disembarked from the ox cart, thanking the driver with a nod and a wry smile, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the prospect of facing the griffins again. The lush, vibrant landscape of Goldspire's outskirts was both inviting and foreboding, with the occasional golden and red maple trees adding a splash of color to the neatly stone-paved roads and the serene rivers flowing alongside.
"The griffins have become more aggressive recently," the ox cart driver mumbled, casting a wary glance at the skies.
"They didn't attack for two months, but now, it's like they're making up for lost time."
