The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the rooftops of Veland. Draven, moving with the grace and agility of a seasoned warrior, leaped from one building to another. His cloak billowed behind him, the only sound in the otherwise silent night. He was on a mission – to track down the elusive killer haunting the city.
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit corner of a bustling tavern, Sarah sat with a small earpiece, Khal, snugly fitted in her ear. She was in constant communication with Draven, providing him with real-time information about the streets below and any reported activities.
"Draven, the street to your left had a reported incident two nights ago. Be cautious," Sarah's voice crackled through the earpiece.
Draven responded in a low, focused tone, "Acknowledged. Scanning the area now."
