Has to figure she’s heard for Kirkwall. City’s abuzz: Dragons in the sky, no, dracolisks; fire. Ice. Acid and stone and buildings collapsed,

"Bombs on the towers," Not so different in the Gallows. More personal, maybe. "Got one - one and a half - set off."

Brave fucking work that it wasn’t all three. Brave work, and blind luck. Cedric holds the bucket up, arm bracing as Blanche shoves her face in, beak clacking messily against the sides. Offal slops. Be easier to pour it out, but close like this, she’s distracted enough to scratch a tufty ear. Silent gratitude: Thank you, thank you, thank you,

A glance over his shoulder.

"Eyrie’s collapsed, 's why they’re all out here."