The cool night wind whispered across the cobbled streets of the Crescent Paw settlement as Kaelen and Kelvin exited the tavern. Despite the casual demeanor they wore beneath their cloaks, their minds were racing with urgency. The system's warning about the town's impending doom echoed in both of their thoughts like a tolling bell.
But rushing headlong into a fight would be suicide. They needed information—real, tangible knowledge about how this town worked and what rules dictated its people. If they were to protect the settlement, they'd first need to survive in it.
They kept their heads low and steps deliberate, slipping into darkened alleys and out of plain sight. The first order of business: understanding the basics.
Currency.
