Drevan was a reserved individual. Having spent his entire life within the confines of a cavern, he had never known anything beyond the mountains. Yet today, he had prepared himself to descend and explore unfamiliar lands.
As a stryx, Drevan naturally possessed a magnificent pair of wings, enabling him to fly freely without issue. However, what use were wings to someone who had lived exclusively as a subterranean creature?
Feeling the wind brushing against his feathers and the dry, fresh air filling his lungs, he felt invigorated. Walking outside was an experience he hadn't had in a long time.
As he stepped out, he noticed Seth and the red-haired elf girl waiting patiently with a completely black creature, equipped with four hooves, grazing calmly near them.
