Under the veil of night, Draven made his way to the shore, away from the raucous celebrations of the pirate crew. The sound of laughter and drunken revelry faded into the distance as he moved stealthily through the darkness.
Upon reaching the rocky shore, Draven's keen eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any signs of movement. He knew that Handler would have eyes on him, and their secret meeting needed to remain just that – a secret. With each cautious step, he drew closer to the pirate fishing village, his destination on this moonlit night.
Draven's footsteps echoed in the narrow alleyways of the village, where lanterns swayed gently in the breeze. He knew he had to be careful, but he also had to find Handler and deliver his report.
