Verandors' quest (1)

Erik eventually found himself at the city's entrance. Then, a group of four stout vehicles drove in front of him and were parked around him.

Their engines were humming in a synchronized rhythm while parked in a semicircle, which hinted at their power and dependability. However, it wasn't the machines that piqued his interest; instead, a group of people came out of them.

Thorne, the most senior crew member, gestured with his grizzled beard as he spoke to the other crew members. The long, deep scar along his jaw gave him the appearance of authority.

Elara, the tall and slender woman standing beside him, scanned the area with her eyes like a hawk.

Faelan, the younger group member, had sandy blonde hair and was intently checking some of the equipment in the vehicle. His wiry frame conveyed a sense of pent-up energy.

Then there was Sylvi, a petite woman with jet-black hair that fell in a cascade down her back and bright blue eyes.