Draven's eyes flickered to the partially opened door leading to the adjacent wine cellar, a glimmer of opportunity igniting within his mind. He decided to utilize his cunning and agility to overcome the royal guard blocking his path.
"I have the token," Draven calmly stated, his voice filled with confidence as he closed the distance between himself and the guard. With each step, he moved closer to the entrance of the wine cellar, his gaze never wavering.
"Show it to me,"
The guard, still wary but intrigued by Draven's claim, demanded to see the token as proof. Sensing the moment of distraction, Draven swiftly activated his short-distance teleportation ability. In an instant, he appeared behind the guard, his arm wrapped firmly around the soldier's neck, cutting off his air supply.
