*Several hours had passed since he was within the inn. His drunken haze had ashamed him..He knew he had said things he hadnt meant. But he would not let this get him any longer..He knew he was better then to grieve over problems that need it not. He never returned to the Townhouse that night..All that was heard throughout the compound that night, was the sound of very large wings flapping, And much lifting and carrying vvarious objects. Within the morning. feilas still hadnt been seen. only random parts of wood and tools layed in trail to the Southern Glenn.*