Sylvanna—Sylara—walked beside me, her eyes scanning the surroundings with alertness. Her bow was always at the ready, a testament to her experience and skill. We had heard reports of disturbances here, and I was determined to uncover the root cause.
As we neared the main gate, the imposing walls of Lord Vardon's stronghold came into view. The fortifications were impressive, designed to keep out both human and monstrous threats. A guard stepped forward, his posture stiff and wary, eyes lingering on my intimidating figure and dark attire.
"State your business," he demanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.