Back in Ebonspire
The city of Ebonspire was both magnificent and haunting. The city sprawled below, its towering spires piercing the mist that swirled around them like a living entity. Some whispered that the mist were actually spirits under the control of the lord of the fortress.
Soft lights flickered from countless windows, casting an eerie glow that contrasted with the shadows stretching across the cobblestone streets.
Inside, the inn was a blend of warmth and shadows, the flickering firelight casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of spiced ale and roasting meat filled the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of tankards.
A commotion erupted from the adjacent room. Yara's head snapped towards the sound, her senses immediately on high alert. She and Finn rushed out to find the dragon in the middle of an altercation.
