As Raiver approached the humble tavern, a sense of foreboding gripped his heart.
He could feel Naria's presence, her essence calling out to him like a light in the darkness.
The air crackled with anticipation, and his footsteps echoed through the deserted streets.
As he pushed open the tavern doors, a hushed silence fell upon the room.
The flickering candlelight casted eerie shadows on the worn wooden tables, and the scent of ale and damp earth hung in the air.
Raiver's gaze swept over the room until it settled upon the figure surrounded by people.
There she was—Naria, his beloved wife, frail and vulnerable.
Her once vibrant eyes were now filled with fear and exhaustion. Tear stains streaked her dirt-streaked cheeks, and her trembling form betrayed the weight of her burdens.
With a thunderous roar, Raiver transformed back into his dragon form, his scaled body towered over the room.
