Shadows in Val’Haren

The morning sun cast a golden glow over Val'Haren, but Argolaith and Kaelred were far from well-rested.

The night's fight with the thieves had left them with a harsh truth—someone knew they had wealth, and now they had a target on their backs.

As Argolaith adjusted his sword belt, Kaelred sat by the window, watching the city come alive with early-morning traders, mercenaries, and mages.

"We need to find out who sent those thieves," Kaelred said, his voice still groggy from lack of sleep.

Argolaith grinned. "Agreed. I don't like people trying to rob me."

Kaelred raised an eyebrow. "That's the only reason?"

Argolaith chuckled. "Well, that and revenge."

Kaelred sighed. "Alright. Where do we start?"

They left the inn, keeping a low profile as they wandered through the crowded marketplace.