“I knew it!” he exclaimed, the fear gradually replaced by excitement. “You’re from the west, aren’t you? Thousands of miles west, probably. Further?” He rushed back over to the table, reaching behind him with his mouth. But there was nothing there—he wasn’t wearing his saddlebags anymore. “Melody, can I have my things back? I have maps of the Minotaur Dominance, I’d love to know where your home fits.” He gestured all around them with his wings. “It doesn’t surprise me you’d have to be more advanced, or less friendly. You must be invaded all the time. Maybe… maybe you hide? That would explain building underground. That’s how the diamond dogs do it.”