Shenanigans

When Archer approached the town he dismissed his Draconic form as the caravans started to slow down. The town guards nodded at him as he entered.

The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and the normally bustling streets were unnervingly silent and creepy.

As he made his way deeper into the town, he couldn't help but notice the fearful glances exchanged among the people and the hushed whispering.

Their faces were etched with lines of anxiety, and their footsteps echoed with a sense of urgency.

Whispers filled the air, their words barely audible, but the fear in their voices was unmistakable.

Traders, adorned with vibrant robes and headdresses, clustered together in small groups, their wares displayed haphazardly on tables.

The gleam of gold and jewels caught Archer's eye, but his attention was soon drawn to the massive number of guards that surrounded them.