The island was hitting all the wrong notes for Fray. The buildings made part of the earth just like Halter in the mountain. He wondered what was going to make this place safe enough now that they'd painted such a large target with the gathering of Hero Children. There was no wall, there was no magical barrier. He couldn't help but feel that somewhere in the lower levels he'd find Ameria's corpse butchered. The blood and flesh that was exposed by casting spread across the stone floors into grotesque patterns.<br/><br/>The wind that should of been pleasant in his sun-baked armor just enforced how exposed this place was on the surface.<br/><br/>He burned off the stubs of hair that were just peaking on his head leaving a thin silvery smoke behind. There was no way that Fray could live next to the reminders of how he'd failed and went for an unlikely question that Ameria had scolded him for when he was homesick. "Can you scry into the worlds we came from?" If he knew for sure whether he'd succeeded or failed, he might at least sleep soundly tonight. He wouldn't have to imagine the horror he put them through by failing.