“Or a reeeeally big building…” Ruk cawed, drooling a little.

“Uh yeah, we could totally go check out that creepy castle. Aren’t they our friends?” She pointed down to the lake, where a long, thin boat was overladen with intoxicated party guests. At the stern, brandishing an oar was a white Myrmidon QV suit with golden flecks. A short female Human was pouring something into the suit from a clay amphora.

The boat appeared to be making for the river that led from the mountains to the lake.