[However long Darin sits, eventually he'll be greeted by the thunder of hooves from the north. The mission in the Forest of the Felled was a failure, and all Claude could do was head south to check on Celliwig atop the white mare he'd been granted. First he sees a plume of smoke that has his heart in his throat, but as the city comes fully into view, he realises the full scope of the devastation.
He hasn't seen anything like it since Fort Merceus was blasted clean off the map back in Fódlan. But somehow this is worse, fire being so much of a more excruciating way to go. And worse because, unlike the javelins of light, the dragon could have been stopped.
He slows his steed to cast around the fringes of the ruins for survivors or anyone he might be able to assist in a rescue effort when he spots Darin. He dismounts, holding the reins of his horse tightly so she doesn't become too skittish surrounded by the flames; surely she was bred by Archimedes simply for transport, not to endure a scene that belonged in a warzone.]
What happened? [Claude calls out to him. The answer is obvious, but he needs the full story.]
ruins of celliwig
He hasn't seen anything like it since Fort Merceus was blasted clean off the map back in Fódlan. But somehow this is worse, fire being so much of a more excruciating way to go. And worse because, unlike the javelins of light, the dragon could have been stopped.
He slows his steed to cast around the fringes of the ruins for survivors or anyone he might be able to assist in a rescue effort when he spots Darin. He dismounts, holding the reins of his horse tightly so she doesn't become too skittish surrounded by the flames; surely she was bred by Archimedes simply for transport, not to endure a scene that belonged in a warzone.]
What happened? [Claude calls out to him. The answer is obvious, but he needs the full story.]