Taranis begins drumming his fingers on a wall, in a nervous tic. He looks up, and shivers. "So, what kinds of defenses are there, if any? Magic, constructs, that sort of thing?" His glowing eyes scan the walls and streets. "You'd think there'd be more dust and dirt from being empty for so long....." He begins weaving wind around his body, his cloak whipping around him, and he funnels it around his legs like a small cyclone, lifting him into the air, dust blasting away from his body. He looks around, his glowing eyes floating to each member of the group before sending him higher into the sky, the bent air making a bubble that he's hovering inside of.