"I do not wish to make this my home," said Makan. "This place is filled with the stench of death. I have seen a cave further up the mountain that may be suitable. Once my wing is fit, I'll investigate it myself." Makan began moving part of the board aside.

Much of it was made up of gems. They reflected light better than most metals. Makan lifted a forepaw, murmuring quiet words in his own tongue. There was a flash of light, and the smaller part of the board was gone.