The dragon stared at her as she stood up.
"Come on," she held out her hand, "We need to follow them for a bit, see if we can find this blacksmith or maybe something better."
The dragon arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued as he ignored her hand and stood up. "And you're certain this blacksmith will have useful information?"
"Nothing's certain," Yara said with a shrug, "but it's worth a shot."
The dragon followed her silently as they stepped out into the bustling streets of Ebonspire. Just like the day before, the city was alive with activity, vendors shouting about their wares, children running through the alleys, and the constant murmur of people going about their business.
The buildings were a mix of stone and wood, with narrow, winding streets that seemed to twist and turn in every direction. Overhead, tangled wires and ropes crisscrossed between buildings, some holding strings of colourful flags and others supporting drying laundry.
