As we walked through the bustling streets, I kept a close eye on my surroundings. Chloe, Lilith, and I were searching for someone who could provide valuable information about Lord Drakon's whereabouts or any new developments.
After asking around discreetly, our inquiries finally led us to an inconspicuous figure lurking in a dimly lit alleyway. He wore a ragged hood that concealed most of his face, making it difficult to discern his intentions or true identity.
"Are you looking for information?" The stranger asked cautiously as he approached us. His voice was raspy and worn, like sandpaper against wood.
Chloe exchanged a glance with me before nodding hesitantly. "Yes, we heard you might know something about Lord Drakon."
The man leaned closer, scrutinizing our faces before speaking again. "I may have some intel that could be of use to you, but what can you offer in exchange? Information doesn't come cheap, you know."
