The evening air was cool as John made his way back to the Silver Stag.
The streets of Valenor were gradually quieting.
Merchants closed their shops one by one, lighting lanterns outside their doors as the sun disappeared behind the western hills.
The Scholar's District, so lively during the day, now settled into a calmer rhythm.
Students walked home in small groups, discussing lectures and assignments.
Scholars carried satchels filled with books.
The scent of fresh bread drifted from a nearby bakery preparing for the next morning.
John found himself walking more slowly than usual.
His thoughts remained fixed on Aldric's proposal.
An expedition to the Ashen Peaks.
It was exactly the kind of opportunity he had been searching for.
Yet...
It also carried unknown dangers.
If the ruins truly held information about the Dragon Kings, there was no guarantee they would be abandoned.
Ancient places often concealed ancient dangers.
And now there was another factor.
Darius Voss.
