Yara sat at the small wooden table, her hands tracing the worn edges as she stared down at the enchanted map between her and the dragon. Five glowing spots pulsed across the parchment, marking the locations of the remaining five eggs scattered across the kingdom.
Outside, the muffled sounds of desert winds gusted against the window, and the seemingly never-ending bustle of the streets of Ebonspire.
Yara leaned forward, running her fingers along the map, tracing the distance between their current location and the closest egg. Her brow furrowed as she glanced up at the dragon. His usual composed expression was taut, his golden eyes fixed on the map, though his thoughts seemed elsewhere.
"What are we supposed to do with the egg?" Yara asked, breaking the silence, her voice low but clear.
The dragon's gaze snapped to hers, confusion flashing in its eyes. "What do you mean?" His voice was deep and low, laced with irritation.
