"No, nor have I heard any stories of things like this. Perhaps its not the works of the gods yet. Perhaps just another creature that has been displaced because of their meddling." Kawaru looked down at the scale. It was flawless, not a singe scratch to mar its slick surface. It didn't appear to be sharp, meaning that the only way it could have been embedded into the tree was by the sheer speed that the creature was moving, or by its massive girth. "Either way I agree that its a safe idea to make sure the villagers stay close, hopefully the scouts return soon with some news."

Kawaru had just finished speaking when a cry rang through the hall. "Hey you lot, it's chow tim... What's with the long faces?" He recognized the call as the voice of Nonna, the cook. Kawaru looked up to see the young lady approach him and Garoth. She had only recently joined the Guardians, and Kawaru could still remember the night that the village became acutely aware what powers she possessed. No harm was done though, and it sure kept his father busy for a while. She proved herself loyal to the town, and more importantly she was a AMAZING cook. Kawaru clasped the pair on their shoulders, "Well there is no use fretting over all this on an empty stomach, and I am sure at this time of the month the food will be something special!", he began to lead the two towards the mess hall.