Look Who Doesn't Hate Their Pack, Nyx!

Nero spoke the words that she was thinking and Scylla nodded. The towers did indeed look very old. What could have caused them to wake from their subterranean slumber? They'd all felt the tremors in the earth, but it didn't feel strong enough to have pushed these giant spikes up into the air. Stranger things had happened though. Her father knew that better than anyone.

Veigar questioned them and Scylla turned to the blind man. "Some are taller than I can see. There seems to be dust and mist and whatever else obscuring the tops of some. The shorter ones taper off to a point. Still much taller than any of us." Scylla worried about her new blind friend. Perhaps she'd have to get him a seeing eye companion of some sort just to make sure that he didn't walk off of a cliff.

"Let's keep moving. Maybe we'll run into another group and we can see if they've learned anything." Mismatched eyes flashed to Nero and she silently asked if he was okay. She was weird and strange situations didn't phase her much, but not everyone was like her.

"Scylla Klein"