Cedar's eyes went wide for a second, as he took in the 'view'.

The sounds of screaming villagers hit his ears, as the scent of burning wood and vegetation caught his abused nostrils.

Visions of this kind of thing had filled his head when he had innocently asked about 'war' over a month ago.

It was horrifying and sobering at the same time to witness the spectacle here, and a moment of panic gripped him, with the instinctual fear of uncontrolled fire urging him to run, but he stayed his ground.

His eyes darkened and his fur ruffled frighteningly as he barred his fangs instead.

More towns like this-- Towns all over Kinderance, all over Meche, maybe further beyond-- they would ALL burn-- Maybe even the tiny frontier wood cutting town of Mystville... they would ALL burn, if the prince was not collected today.

The revelation and cruel finality of that thought ran through him as hot as the flames lapping up over the walls. The Wizard HAD TO BE STOPPED HERE. TODAY.

Filled with singular dark purpose, he stormed away from the group and around the corner of the building to where he could see all that remained alive of the makeshift planting he had sprouted outside the window.

Blackened husks of dead rose bushes. Cucumber and passion vines clung like zombies to the wall with their roots burned off.

And there in the grass, a tiny flag of greenery hiding in the grass, the sole survivor of the green toxic filth roiling over the windowsill-- the long-grown roots stretching out under the wall to the east, with little bits of top sticking out here and there to catch the sun.

He carefully pulled one of the charred rose bushes up by the roots, careful not to get into that disgusting shit, then snapped off a bit, and started scratching the dirt up with it, drawing a large 'circle' around the entire keep.

That old fucker may have roasted his plants inside that room, be he had not come out with them. That meant he was still inside.

Scratch. Scratch. Claw. dig.

He carefully used the last few bits of his stock, arranging them to greatest possible effect, then tapped in the vine leading in from outside, and kicked off the latest in his series of botanical terror gardens.

He was going to encase the entire keep, from the outside, and infiltrate the windows on all the remaining floors.

That wizard was NOT getting away.

Not today.

Not ever.