The familiar faces of Rorick and Scylla standing together were serious and staring. As demi-humans, they had a much better understanding of the pressure that the dragons gave off. Their instincts told them that they would need to flee if they were in battle. But they had control of themselves and remained still.
Those next to them, however, were not as familiar. There was a harpy with bright red feathers and green feathers on her head. It made a somewhat crown pattern making Walker connect the dots. This was the harpy queen that had gathered other harpies to come together and attempt to become a sentient race.
Krol and Ventus were nearby with the forest elf queen and Alma. Bree was not needed at this meeting and most likely working with merchants. It was a surprise to see Kroll and Ventus but it was clear that they were dressed for their best ad had grown even more mature since the last time they had seen Walker.
