Galen flee up into the air, casting a blast of heat downwards to evaporate the prevalent fog, exposing the water and fire wielding sergal at the far end of the courtyard.
Landing with a slight flutter, he dropped his arms down with force, and the earthen walls dropped as well, opening the streets in all directions.
"You want out? Fine. But if I find you in ashes, I will be able to say that I offered help and you refused."
His wings folded flat against his back, slightly twitching in tension.