Ankyra Sound a grey mist on the sea’s face

Eske moves forward to investigate but she returns quickly with information, mostly what she can already gauge herself, but the girl confirms it anyway. She turns her gaze back to the pitiful creature that continues to curl up into itself as Eske returns and makes her promises she can’t keep. It is unlikely something will come of it but Thuringwethil doesn’t push the thought out of the question. Abuse against the small canine is evident and she’s managed to get close enough to Drageda to raise concern.

“Weron em kom?” she asks, slipping back easily into her native tongue to hide her words. Her jaw sets as she waits, curious to know what they will find.