Drakkon didn’t think he would be returning back home, and he had visited his mother. She was doing well, and he had explained everything about what had happened to him. Still, he wanted to get her out of here and she would agree when he told her about where she was living. He knew that around the North she would be safe even if he had decided to turn his back on the guild. Still, right now he was here to take on this quest. He had made his way down to the crimson quarters, a place where he had lived his almost entire life.
He had taken a job from one of the clients. This time he had covered his face because he didn’t need the client to recognize who he was. When he took the job he had made his way to the area. He knew this gang and it was one of the new gangs that had emerged around the time he had left.
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