Yara lay on the narrow bed in their small room, staring at the ceiling as the events of the day replayed in her mind. The encounter with the Iron Fist guards had been too close for comfort. She glanced at the dragon, who sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes closed in meditation. They needed to be more cautious.
She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "We need to plan our next move carefully," she said, her voice low but firm.
The dragon opened his eyes and nodded. "Agreed. We can't afford any mistakes. The Iron Fist Guild is onto us, and they'll be watching closely."
Yara stood and paced the room. "We need more information about the City of Chains. We need to find someone who knows the underground market, someone we can trust."
Finn knocked on the door and entered, carrying a tray with two bowls of steaming stew. "I brought you some dinner. You both look like you could use it."
