Vardy followed Elyra through the narrow streets of the city, his mind racing with questions.
They were venturing into a part of the city he didn't recognize, the buildings growing older.
Elyra seemed unshaken, as though she had walked this path a hundred times before. Her gaze never wavered.
Finally, they stopped in front of a tall, crumbling structure that seemed like little more than a forgotten relic.
The building was squat, with a heavy, iron door that looked as though it hadn't been opened in years.
It looked abandoned, a place that would be easy to overlook, but Vardy sensed that Elyra had brought him here for a reason.
Without a word, she stepped forward and pushed open the heavy door with a creak that echoed.
Vardy hesitated for only a moment before following her inside, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, just in case.