Whizzle stared at Fenrir curiously however any further attempt of conversation burned down as the tavern was apparently on fire and the people in it evacuated out of the building, including Fenrir, who Whizzle lost sight of when another patron pushed her aside. Grumbling under her breath, Whizzle walked out of the tavern while trying to scry the direction that Fenrir headed to, only to find that almost every single Divine Equipments he sensed in the castle had teleported outside and its holders were nearby. Whizzle frowned and looked around for signs, which was not a hard task to do. Dark clouds hung over the castle, buildings ruined and an army of mounted knights headed towards the castle from a skirmish between dragons and pegasii.

"Oh hell, were they here to start a war in the first place?" Whizzle said, hands crossed as she think. [i]No, that can't be right....Eh, I'll think about this later, better join the party now, damn promise.[/i]

Wings sprouted on her back before Whizzle took off towards the skirmish. While the wings was not needed for Whizzle to fly, the Midarian found that it was easier to do and maneuver with them. She was half way when a giant sword descended from the cloud towards a lone pegasus, fortunately the sword seemed to be intended as an intimidation, unfortunately, the buildings on the ground suffer from it. 

"Don't you think that's a bit much, granny?" Whizzle said to no one, recognizing the person who's reckless enough to throw the spell freely. "Hmm, wonder what should I do..."