Meanwhile in Ebonspire
In the shadowy streets of Ebonspire, Aira paced impatiently. Her raven-black hair pulled back in a tight braid that shimmered in the dim light. She adjusted the strap of her dark leather armour, her posture rigid and restless. She glanced at Kellan, who leaned against the wall with an air of arrogance, his dark cloak making him blend into the darkness of the alleyway.
Aira's jaw tightened as she glanced at him. Of all the people to end up working with, it had to be him. She hated the way he looked at her like she was a tool to be used—just another pawn in his twisted game.
Men like him needed to be put in their place but now was not the time. She needed to find that dragon, and quickly.
