They couldn't understand what was happening.
Instead of tending to the obvious, grave wounds on everyone's bodies, the surviving drakes were shoving things into their hands.
Literal things.
Bundles. Scrolls. Straps. Trinkets that even she could tell were artifacts.
Even Lawrence was suddenly handed a tightly wrapped bundle and told, without explanation, to put it inside his bag immediately.
In truth, the drake clan's elders would've wanted to tell him to guard it with his own life, but as beings who turned the human away, how could they even have the audacity to say such a thing?
But there was no other choice. The divination had been correct. They were really struck by tragedy. They just didn't think it would come much sooner than expected.
They thought they had time to prepare Renee at the very least. Maybe ease her into things just like the rest of them, but now they were just lucky enough that these two had come.
