For that one moment, pain turned to pride and despair to defiance—and Jolthar's name became the pillar they leaned upon.
The townspeople moved quickly to obey.
As the cleanup began around them, Jolthar carried Mira toward Nora's dining, with Nora and the others following close behind.
Maelruth the drake padded after them, her massive form moving with surprising grace between the damaged buildings.
Inside the warm, familiar walls of the establishment, they settled around Nora's largest table while Jeanne bustled about preparing drinks for everyone.
Mira remained on Jolthar's lap, her small hands exploring the fabric of his travel-worn clothes. She pulled his ponytail, asking him why he let it grow.
Jolthar just smiled.
"The man in the sky," she said suddenly, looking up at Jolthar with wide, curious eyes. "Who was he? Why was he so big and scary? Why did he talk like that?"
