Kieran flew high into the sky with a piercing, shrill call. As nature could be cruel and punishing, so could he. Kieran tapped into his natural magick to cause the clouds above him to swirl and swell. He had brought a storm above the entire town, rain dumping down in buckets over the blonde elf, hoping to stir a reaction. If he had a proper mouth at the moment, he would have laughed. Instead, he flew off in the direction of Cana to find a place to rest in the woods for the night. He would return to the tavern in the morning to meet up with the pitiful city-dwellers and embark on their journey. He hoped a great many of them died.