As Bronn continued sharing the tales of his Bloodfang ancestor, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the stone streets.
The hustle and bustle of the tribe shifted as dusk settled in, and soon, lamps flickered to life along the pathways and outside the intricately carved stone buildings.
Their warm glow bathed the streets in a soft amber light, giving the tribe a welcoming, festive air.
Bronn, still brimming with pride as he recounted his ancestor's heroic deeds, paused and glanced up at the darkening sky.
His expression changed from reverence to eagerness.
"Boss, it's time," he said, turning to Spark with a wide grin.
At Bronn's words, Spark sighed, nodding reluctantly.
Amelia, calm as ever, observed the scene with quiet interest.
