In some of the rooms, there was a trace of Scorch, chewed up furniture. Anything from chair legs, to bed posts, to lamp stands, anything wood or chewable materials, you name it. Lately the young dragon hadn't been feeling well, but it couldn't be from that, could it' Scorch was sulking in her bed, reading, her fever was raising up a little bit, which meant she would need to change into her dragon form....and soon.::