Torchline did, indeed, need all the help it could get, and all who were willing were welcome. Yes, Dorian, even you. Though the wings of a black dragon caused some consternation, most people were too numb or exhausted to flee, and when the dragon became a man who pitched in to help, the ominous shift that had brought him to their shore was quickly forgotten.
From beneath the water the dragon's arrival was barely noted, but Sunjata's addition to the group working on the docks drew a weary emerald eye as Hadama surfaced from helping to sink another piling to replace those lost. He paused to incline his head at the Flood, swimming close enough to speak easily over the sounds of work around them. "Sunjata," he greeted, solemn from more than just a stoic mien after the last few... days? The passage of time was unclear amidst the unending work. "Thank you. How is King's End?"
From beneath the water the dragon's arrival was barely noted, but Sunjata's addition to the group working on the docks drew a weary emerald eye as Hadama surfaced from helping to sink another piling to replace those lost. He paused to incline his head at the Flood, swimming close enough to speak easily over the sounds of work around them. "Sunjata," he greeted, solemn from more than just a stoic mien after the last few... days? The passage of time was unclear amidst the unending work. "Thank you. How is King's End?"
