Tlla peers out of the shadows.
Oxengli and Glin are not happy with the meal they’ve prepared.
Tsemone regrets everything.
“I’m not old, I’m only 151! Now get off my kingdom, damned kids.”
Nina reveals a threatening aura.
A squirrel gazes at its reflection in a borrowed Christmas bauble.
Ace shelters under the treads of a huge tank and reads.
Ace has just about had enough of Clare’s mess.
Dzaradt likes being around humans, but they keep staring at her.
A restoration expert fits the eyes back into a statue of a goddess.