Rhyderi grinned. “Good.” He peered out the cracks in the nearest wall. “Do you like pork or chicken? We’ll have to get you guys fed soon.” He eyed off Milena, whom had the same idea as him. She sniffed at the cracks on the other wall, being able to smell meat roasting in the inn.
Kalysto sighed at Desiree. He sat on the Drake’s back and began flying north, looking at the destruction below. “I don’t think this is limited to just where we are, somehow…”