The undercity of Yllond was a labyrinth of narrow alleys and concealed passageways,lit dimly by lanterns whose flickering light cast long shadows.Aelira led Kaelen through the maze with practiced ease,her hood pulled low over her face.The sound of distant chatter and occasional clink of coins echoed around them,creating an air of unease that matched Kaelen's growing apprehension."Are you sure this is wise?" Kaelen whispered,clutching his satchel tightly." The kind of people down here.." Are exactly the kind we need" Aelira interrupted sharply. Bryn may be a rogue,but he knows these streets better than anyone.lf anyone can guide us to the ruins ,its him". They arrived at a small tavern tucked into the corner of a crumbling building.The sign above the door depicted a crescent moon,its paint faded and peeling.lnside, the air was thick with the smell of smoke and ale.patrons spoke in hushed tones,their eyes flickering toward the newcomers with suspicion. Bryn was seated at a corner table,his boots propped up on the wooden surface as he toyed with a dagger.He looked up as Aelira and Kaelen approached,a wry grin spreading across his face. "Well,if it isn't my favorite nobl" he drawled,sheathing the dagger with a practiced motion."And who's the nervous one?Your bodyguard?.

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