I hummed contentedly as Luke and I strolled through Duskwood City, holding his arm with both hands. His tail brushed mine every few steps. The markets were lively, the city bearing few of the sorrows or scars from the war. Occasionally, we'd circle a crater too small to merit a repair spell, or cross beneath an old plaza arch leaning on haphazard pillars destabilized by a shockwave. But the elves had done a remarkable job putting things back together. Maybe even better than before.
Speaking of the elves, we certainly drew our fair share of looks. Demonkin were practically unheard of in Duskwood, and to see two of them together must have been a shock. But wary looks turned to awe as my aura swept around them, and whispers of my name cycled with the stars.
