Yara sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the ornate key Vashir had given them.
The dragon, ever watchful, stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the city outside.
"We need to be prepared for anything," Yara said, breaking the silence. "The City of Chains is not a place to take lightly."
The dragon nodded.
As they descended the stairs to the inn's common room, Finn looked up from behind the bar, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
"Heading out again so soon?"
Yara nodded. "We need to get back to the forge, get my weapon back."
Yara and the dragon moved through the bustling streets of Ebonspire, keeping to the shadows and avoiding eye contact with the Iron Fist guards patrolling the area.
