Deep inside the cave, where only Draven and Rynna had the authority to stay, the atmosphere was noticeably different from the rest of Scarwind Camp.
The inner sections were quiet, almost unnaturally so.
The walls were reinforced with thick layers of stone, and several narrow passages branched away from the main chamber, leading deeper into the underground structure.
In one of those chambers, Draven, Rynna, and Thoren sat around a large stone table.
There were no unnecessary decorations. Weapons rested against one wall.
Draven leaned back in his seat with a relaxed expression. "Before we begin, why don't we have some wine?"
He reached into his inventory and brought out a wine jar along with three mugs. The jar looked old, its dark, rough surface carved with faint marks.
The moment he set it on the table, Rynna's eyes brightened.
"This is the best wine in the camp. The Lonely Bloodmoon."
