As usual, I started executing my plan by gathering more information. In this case, I had a powerful tool for gaining it, called "interrogation". These people weren't monsters with whom I couldn't communicate. I understood their speech. They were weird, but more human than I was.
So I went to catch one.
While most of the village was still busy beating the wyvern before it could do irreparable damage to the gates, I skulked through the shadows—and there were plenty of shadows, since even at its brightest, the rainbow water didn't glow that much—towards the houses.
There were plenty of weak and old, plenty of those who didn't join the fighting, for me to pick. Like all smart weaklings, they searched for protection in strength. Women, children and elders gathered together in huddles, watching with concern but no obvious fear as their men dealt with the threat to their village.
