The faint glow of dusk filtered through the stained glass windows of the elvin council chamber as Alex and the dragonborn woman finally stood to leave. The hour-long discussion with the Queen and the elvin leader had been draining, though productive.
Alex's mind replayed the key points of their conversation as he followed their guide, a young elvin warrior, out of the hall and into the winding paths of the elvin settlement.
The dragonborn woman walked beside him, her arms crossed and her steps purposeful, as if eager to reach their destination. The unconscious dragon boy was slung over Alex's shoulder this time, his steady breathing the only sound breaking the forest's natural silence.
After a few minutes, they reached a quaint guest house nestled among the towering trees, its walls adorned with intricate carvings of elvin lore. The warrior gestured for them to enter, bowing slightly before departing without a word.
