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"If it's any consolation we don't really have a name for them. The closest thing is whatever sound you make when you have to choose between them and the hounds." The denizen answers. He looks at Llangion holding perfectly still in the street (hue hue afk) "See, the hounds get you running for the things above to shoot. You don't have to run, but the fireballs are quicker than the hounds."

The denizen next to Ryssa turns. "Actually, if you run quickly enough with a torch, they'll leave you alone for the most part, especially since there's no hounds." He states, offering her his torch. "I live here anyway, so I was about to put this out."

Coming from Araland's place a loud roar echoes out. Blue flames shoot up into the sky, and a wave of fireballs aim towards whatever is causing it. Another stream of the blue fire aims for the source of one of the fireballs, hitting its mark way up in the sky. Whatever it is seems now covered in ice, the stars reflect off of it's huge frozen body that falls from the sky, screeching an ear bleeding screech the whole way down.

"Well, actually now, we're probably all going to die." The denizen states with a sigh.

The seedling reaches up and pats Titiani on the cheek to comfort her. It lets out a couple chitters then points up at the lights above them.

"Actually the grass understands more than you might think. Given they only speak the local dialect, once that little thing grows up you could have some decent conversations with it." The denizen next to her informs. The grassling merely begins waving its little root arms in a celebrating fashion, happy to be in the light.

The denizen merely points up at the lights above. "He's in the light at night. I wish I could give you a better answer, but it's a really good reason to celebrate. I mean, we're perfectly safe right here, live in the moment." He responds.

The stream of blue fire stops shooting at the sky but from where it came from a gigantic ice blue and black dragon takes flight. Fireballs shoot past it, the few remaining bits of sky over the city finding it the ideal target to focus on. The dragon makes swift work of them then flies and lands back where it came from. All the denizens near them and in the distance applaud and cheer. After the brief celebration, they all come out from their over hangings, running as fast as they can down the street to wherever they were heading, most of the crowd on the street the group is currently on, heads to where they were going.

There are minor burns on each of them, but except for any extremely flammable parts of their person, there's nothing overly singed. The seedling begins to vibrate now that they're no longer in the light.

When they arrive to the front of the large brothel, a group has gathered around a giant of a man. His body covered in black scales, his eyes a piercing ice blue. He takes his ice blue, flashy coat from someone in the crowd then waves his hands around. "Alright alright! What are we all standing around for? I see way too many sober faces and far too many empty beds!" He shouts out. "Teristand pop open the good wine, I want my place smelling of fruit and sweat! Get this stench of fire out of it!"