Becoming Rich I

Four days had passed since Draven left the Life Tree tribe. He had flown tirelessly, taking only a few short breaks along the way to rest his wings and gather his strength. Now, as he finally arrived in Littlerock city, the darkness of the night enveloped him. The city's sprawling lights twinkled in the distance, but Draven chose to land in the shadows between two tall buildings.

The wind whispered through the narrow alley, carrying with it the distant sounds of the city. Draven's eyes scanned the surroundings, his senses alert as he surveyed his surroundings for any signs of trouble. He had learned not to trust appearances, especially in a city filled with criminals, corruption, and the hidden machinations of the powerful.

"It's good to be back," Margoth's voice resonated in Draven's mind, a familiar presence that had accompanied him through countless battles.