The walls of the town loomed ahead, standing tall but weathered by time. Banners hung limply from the watchtowers, their once-vibrant colors dulled by wind and dust. The gate stood open, yet only a single guard was stationed there, leaning lazily against the frame.

His armor, though serviceable, bore signs of long use, the metal dulled in places.

Elynara approached, her footsteps light against the dirt path. She unconsciously slowed her pace, slight apprehension making itself known.

The guard, clearly noticing her approach from afar, gave her a once-over before raising a brow.