At The Bazaar
Yara looked around eagerly, hoping to spot a bathhouse or an inn where she could finally wash off the grime of their journey.
People were starting to give her looks which was understandable, most people here were adventurers who had most likely fought dark elves before. She pulled her cape over her head tighter. The last thing she needed was someone recognising her.
The dragon, on the other hand, remained stoic, his eyes flickering around with curiosity and wariness. Yara was glad she had made him wear his cape too, though he easily towered over most people in the streets and was very noticeable. She peered at the dragon who seemed lost in thought, what was going through his head?
"We need supplies," Yara said, her voice breaking the dragon's vigilance. "Food, water, and maybe some new clothes for me."
The dragon stared at her, eyes raking her frame in a way that made her flush.
