Krakas nodded. "Certainly. This is not my room to restrict my hosts from.

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Rughoi looked on in pride, and gazed upwards to marvel at the job the kobolds managed to do on the walls. They had been effectively restored to their former glory, and the natural touch of Scen made the wall strong as ever. From his window, he could still see the cracks of damage, but his people worked day and night to fill those spaces in with concrete and brick. He went inside and lay down, mind aflame with thoughts. Should he deal with the escaped Merat? What about the mysterious force in the south? The dracons will worry about this, but what about his mother?