"Who goes there?" a gruff voice demanded. Three Iron Fist Guild enforcers emerged from the gloom, their hands resting on their weapons. "What are you two doing here?"
Yara felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. They couldn't afford a confrontation, not here, not now.
She quickly composed herself. Yara straightened, a soft, almost timid smile curving her lips. She took a step closer, her demeanour shifting from one of guarded readiness to an image of helplessness. "Oh, good sirs, we're just travellers. We've been on the road for days and came to Ebonspire to resupply. We dropped our iron at the blacksmith's for maintenance and got a bit lost on our way back to the inn."
The dragon, standing behind her, remained stoic, his eyes scanning the enforcers with a mix of curiosity and caution.
