Snippet #2652506

Alasahe looked out at the shore and smiled a rare smile. Melgrove City, where she had been born and raised, was a port town. The scent of the sea was one of the few pleasant backdrops of her childhood.

And then the wind shifted and Alasahe had to wrinkle her nose. Fiir rumbled and beat his wings, driving away the foul stench drifting down to them from the north. Even the water seemed to tinge dark brown as she looked farther up shore. She could see where the Languinre priests had tried to set up their wards. It was a futile attempt. The monsters and their magic went beyond human power and comprehension.

You had to fight monster with monster.

"We do," she answered Ben, reaching up to unhook a few boughs of wood from Fiir's saddle. The dragon seemed to be impatient with their errand and while they slept, had found his way into the Faery wood and removed several boughs of wood. She worried about what repercussions there might be to that, the faeries were notoriously protective of their trees... "Fiir took care of it for us. Should we wait for Dae? He should be along shortly, shouldn't he?"