The scent of blood and smoke fills the air as you finally manage to get out from under the tent. The camp is in ruins. All the structures were burnt, the supplies ravaged and looted, and there are bodies everywhere. You are about to call out when you hear a loud screech. As you hesitantly approach the sound, you see amidst the rubble, a roc. Moreover, it is Faro, your father’s roc. He limps through the camp, a deep gash on his leg. He seems angry at everything and is letting it show.
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