Zavros's eyes widened as Suura conjured the strange bird from nothing. He yet couldn't turn his attention away from the beautiful dragonborn noblewoman. He knew that some nobles of the city could cast magic like that, yet to see it done so casually and without regard for what others might think of it...it was awe inspiring. It was scary, in its own way too - what else was she capable of?<br/><br/>And that smile on her face...something about this didn't suit right by Zavros. 'As long as you live.'<br/><br/>Zavros wasn't the sharpest blade in the rack, but even that sounded ominous to him. "Don't rush back on our accounts, milady," he said as she turned her caravan about, carrying away the biggest haul of money that the coast would ever see. All of their hard work...and they'd only ever be able to settle for scraps.<br/><br/>He didn't have long to dwell on it. As he turned to join his parents again, he heard the rumbling. "What in blazes?" he muttered. Warily, he hefted his hammer almost by reflex. That strange, piercing sensation in his head was growing stronger, almost like a light headache that threatened to be something worse. But the rumbling in the distance, where that bird had gone...<br/><br/>What in the hells was approaching?