Tiero trails after Inric through the library, looking around with palpable distrust and increasing confusion. After four halls, he finally breaks his silence.
"Are there truly wyrbeasts here? Among all these dusty books?"
Inric is spared the need to think up a reply, because at that point the grey kit comes barrelling down from the nearest bookshelf, landing on Tiero's arm. He squawks, jerking backwards and dislodging his oversized hat.
"Thunder!" Jakin shouts in Ossechian, rounding the corner too late to prevent the collision. He skids to a stop, dismayed. Inric struggles to hide his amusement at the perfection of Thunder's timing.