Somewhere in a dingy corner of the alleyways of Zeldereth nation_
A few shady shadows were seen seated in a rundown small inn of the Briskwood alleyway. All of them had their faces covered under dusty hoods, looking very much suspicious. One of the perpetrators was a reedy thin woman with a shrill voice called Ophelia Vegan, she was a part-time pimp of the red-light districts who was never upto any good. The others were all rough-looking gruff men.
“When is the guy coming? Its already pass the appointed time.” One of the men grunted in annoyance, this man called Cuffled was a small-time bounty hunter who was trying to make it big this time.
“Can we even trust this guy? I mean, even the existence of dragons is questionable, isn’t it?” Another buffy man with a scar on the side of his face
