The afternoon sun beat down fiercely on the cobblestone streets of Ebonspire as Yara, Finn, and the dragon hurried through the bustling market square. The air felt thick, stifling with the weight of the chase that hung over them.
"We have to move quickly," Finn muttered, his voice taut with urgency, eyes darting toward every guard and passerby. "There are patrols everywhere. If we're caught now, there'll be no escaping."
The dragon's eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating as they scanned the throngs of people. His body thrummed with tension, a low, simmering frustration gnawing at his insides. Reduced to running like prey, he thought bitterly, his hand unconsciously brushing the satchel against his chest.
