When Dravos walked into the meeting room, he saw Canna conversing with a man with spiky green hair—Kael, the sanctuary's logistics expert. They were the only two present in the large, glowing room. Canna, sensing Dravos' arrival, looked up and welcomed him with a sharp nod.
There was an unusual urgency in Canna's eyes, bypassing any pleasantries. Instead, he met Dravos' gaze directly, not wasting any time. "What does your clan know about 'The Black Thorn'?"
The mention of the name caused Dravos to narrow his eyes. "The Black Thorn... an underground group of maniacs that's been pestering this kingdom for years. They're like worms—impossible to kill, spreading like rot. They deal in everything from illegal weapons to slave trading, the worst filth you can imagine. They're more monsters than the creatures outside. But how do you know of them?" Dravos asked, his tone suddenly heavy with caution.
