Silas and Evelyn made their way through the winding corridors of the Obsidian Sanctum's lower levels. The familiar sights and smells of the slums filled Silas's senses as they approached Nyx'ara's bubble-like home.
As they reached the entrance, Silas knocked gently on the translucent surface. After a moment, Nyx'ara appeared, her shimmering black scales catching the dim light. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Silas and the unfamiliar woman beside him.
"Silas? I didn't expect to see you back so soon," Nyx'ara said, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern. She stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter. "Please, come in."
Silas and Evelyn ducked into the cozy interior of Nyx'ara's home. The dragoness's gaze lingered on Evelyn, taking in her appearance with obvious interest.
"Thank you, Nyx," Silas said, his voice filled with gratitude. "We need a place to lay low for a while, and I hoped you might be able to help us."
