Pita rushed over to Elise as she rounded the village square toward the guild hall, Hissabelle splitting off toward the stables. The ranger had chosen to walk rather than ride. While her short hair had dried easily, the big cat was still rather damp. She didn’t think Hissabelle would appreciate being buckled into a water logged saddle and ridden in her current state.
“Elise! Where have you been? That town just to the west, with the big harvest fair, it’s been attacked! You heard the crier, right? It was the dragon, Rhaesyn.” the druid cried, grabbing her wrist so he could pull her up the steps and into the guild hall, the double front doors of which had been thrown open. “We sent a few scouts to check it out, but Astredian’s called an all hands guild meeting. We’re just getting everyone in
