Something ate most of the food on the banquet table. Leaving only a few vegetables and the plain fruit behind. Plates and servers were knocked about and broken. Glasses were tipped over and shattered. The tablecloth had been pulled on and ripped, being the most likely way it'd gotten onto the table.
"Looks like a pack of wolves got in and ate yer spread.. Or a wyvern," Petrie commented as he stared at the claw marks in the tablecloth.
Right as Petrie took a step closer, something the size of a medium dog ran out from under the table. It'd been where the cloth had draped to the ground, and just a foot and a half from the Nomad. He yelped like a prepubescent, then jumped backwards; landing against Lucas. He gripped Petrie by the arms like he was steadying him, but was really holding him in place like a shield. The black streak ran straight towards the hallway where Ralph was waiting with his sword.
