Dropping the ladle into the empty pot I burp and stretch.
It was a good stew.
Daveen hugs her knees and flinches when I jump off the counter and dust off my bottom.
'I don't feel good about leaving a mess.'
Glancing at the dead bodies I figure they will burn when I set everything on fire anyway.
'Off to the next.'
The last cardofil is snatched from the tray and I take a bite, chewing the skin and all.
I see the world's energy churning like fire outside of the house, I cautiously send spores out before stepping into the darkness.
Much to my surprise, I find druids waiting for me outside, a lot of them.
A few from the group are holding the women from the stables in their arms, Hovren is in the throng glaring at me among others.
I count at least a dozen on skiles, the saddle adjusted so that they can ride, and even then only the taller ones ride them.
