Caspian

We thanked our helper profusely. The man had not only driven us out of the storm but had offered us succor in his own home. Despite our desperate need for rest, we refused; the gnawing curiosity regarding the state of affairs at home kept us on edge. We needed to allay our fears immediately.

Were the pups alright? Were their nannies safe? Had there been an attack while we were under siege by the Raktabija?

He drove us toward Crystal Falls, though he refused to enter the town itself ...