Traitor Familiar

Ronke and her squad stepped out of the forest, into the dusk lights of a bright and very civilized layout. Buildings with gold and silver complimentary coatings shone with rich ecstasy, turning the atmosphere into a clouds of bright, sparkling reflections of light.

The road itself where they stood was paved at the edge with silver lining adding luster to the black tarred road. 

Drago was rich. 

Being the capital of the Drakonian Confederacy, world power of the Second Heaven, it was to be expected.

Ronke grimaced, her thoughts still on the recent happenings in the forest. It was true that they didn't have sufficient firepower but at least, they should have had the dog.

But now, nothing.

The trio walked past drakons, grakons, and people of other species in their hustle even at dusk. A drakon walked over, shifting a hat continuously over the head as Ronke sighed deeply.

Just ahead of them was a Landing Pad where they would boar