Departure to Town

The next morning, before he left, Draven stood alone in the forest, a fair distance from Akhabara.

He whistled.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then the branches above rustled.

Leaves trembled, and the faint sound of shifting weight on tree limbs echoed through the air.

Something moved fast.

Draven didn't flinch as a shadow descended behind him and subtly whispered behind his ear.

"You took too long to visit."

Draven sighed.

"Been busy at Akhabara."

Yena pouted, her lips forming an adorable scowl. 

"Not fair."

Before Draven could answer, another presence emerged from the trees.

A tall elf with long yellow hair, sharp golden eyes, and an athletic build stepped forward.

Yuri.

He had taken over as the acting leader of the elves in North Riftwater.

Draven scanned the group. 

It had been a week since he last saw them.