Slowly, the Sun rose over Estermere, giving a dim light as it faded through the clouds. A certain grayness illuminated the streets, as the town bustled to life; carpenters began their work on repairing the damage from the hyena's rampage as the guards' recruiters talked to the town crier.

James' eyes cracked open, and he peered down. Anya was still sleeping in his lap; all was well. He gave a yawn. The overcast weather was good for her. He hugged the girl a little more tightly. He'd find her dinner today.