The murmurs rose to blind panic as Draven entered the inn behind her, people standing and backing away from the entrance while reaching for anything solid they could use to protect themselves, collectively their eyes turned back to Eshenesra as she spoke,
“My master wishes me to inform you that this town of Wealdstone now belongs to him. xxx Cleverly hidden, it would be invisible to all that didn’t know where it was, even from a meter away she could barely discern the passage through. Shrugging his shoulders Draven hunched back over the sheep he had stolen from the village nights ago and resumed eating, clawed hands ripping at the flesh of the beast. Eshenesra’s long ears twitched as she grew close to the village, she could hear the sounds of merriment coming from the center of town.
