Dawn Of Jaide

Among the Unknown (Part 2)

The trail was alive with the light of dawn. As the group traversed the ancient woods, Gwen stopped abruptly before a fork. She rummaged through her satchel, revealing a hood that she handed to Jaide. "We're approaching the city. You need to blend in," Gwen warned.

A sudden rumble interrupted them. A carriage pulled by robust stallions neared, and Gwen quickly hailed the driver, a silver-haired elf with twinkling blue eyes. "Are you traveling to Treemoore City?"

The driver nodded, his voice revealing his Elvish heritage. "Indeed, my lady. How can I be of service?"

Gwen's eyes flickered with urgency. "Will your carriage accommodate us?" "Of course," he replied, extending his hand to assist them in boarding. As the carriage rattled its way into the vibrant heart of Treemoore, the sounds of laughter, haggling, and music blended into a mesmerizing symphony. Jaide looked out; her face alight with wonder. "This place feels...alive."

"It is," Gwen murmured. "But the magic sustaining it is dwindling. Their joys might soon be overshadowed by hunger and fear loss even." The carriage halted, and the driver gracefully extended a hand, "I can't go further."

As they disembarked, Jaide inquired, "What's your name?"

"Roger," he replied with a nod.

"Thank you," Jaide says with a smile as he rides away.

The city was a vibrant blend of colors, sounds, and smells. Ezra's nose twitched, "What is that heavenly scent?"

Gwen chuckled, "Hungry, are you?"

Before Ezra could reply, Gwen led them to a cozy corner in a bustling tavern. A young barmaid with striking golden hair and green-tipped ears approached. "What may I serve you?"

"Stew for everyone," Gwen ordered, tossing a few coin on the table.

Ezra pointed excitedly, "And whatever that man's drinking."

The barmaid retreats to the back of the tavern and comes back moments later bringing goblets of ale.

As the tavern's energy heightened with music and dance, Gwen leaned in, "Stay low. I'll be back soon."

"But what if someone asks?" Quentin whispered.

Jaide, with an amused glint in her eyes, quipped, "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," bringing her goblet to her lips.

The wooden beams overhead creaked as laughter and music echoed through the dimly lit tavern of Treemoore. Warm golden light spilled from the hearth, revealing worn-out tapestries that bore tales of ancient heroes. A comforting aroma of roasted meats and freshly baked bread wafted in the air.

As the three of them engaged in light banter, the barmaid returned, with the stews, her apron stained from a hard day's work. "Need anything more?" she asked, her tone curious.

"No, we're alright, thank you," Jaide responded, offering a smile.

The barmaid leaned in slightly, her voice lower, "Your companion, where did she go?"

Jaide met her gaze squarely, " She'll be back soon."

The barmaid looked thoughtful for a moment, then pressed on, "What brings young folks like you to Treemoore?"

A pause lingered before Jaide responded, her voice playful, "Just traveling."

The barmaid chuckled softly, "Quite the trio, aren't you? If you need anything, just ask." She then returned to her duties.

Quentin leaned closer to Jaide; his voice tinged with concern. "She's interesting."

"I'm not sure why," Quentin admitted, "But she became more interested in us after Gwen left."