>"Well, I'll do my best to see if I can find out anything related to it."
>"I pray that people remain safe and this place aloft. I will do the best I can."
>Return to our quarters
>You feel The Dragon is very confident in you. It's honestly reassuring. Even if you are nervous enough to repeat yourself a little.
>You stand and take a step backwards, walking through the doorway you entered. It's honestly easier when you can't see it.
>Stepping out, you see the devastation is about as you left it. You can only wonder how much damage has been done, and how long it will take to help the wounded, then clean the Palace up. You head toward your chambers, taking the northern doorway closest to The Dragon's chamber; frowning that the lacquered mahogany doors are hanging from their hinges. You follow the corridor a short ways, until your reach your personal quarters.
>You enter, and find they are in a frighten state. Pictures have fallen from the walls. Tables have overturned. You bed has fallen all to pieces. Shards of broken pottery are everywhere, often obscured by the contents of your wardrobe, which have been disgorged onto the floor. Originally, you had a lovely suite, with a sitting room off to the side, a sizable bed room, and a small dance floor for practicing your steps. Now it is a mess.
>_