This Day, We Fight (ALL AVIANS HERE)

Cyzarine nodded, smiling slightly. I don't like fighting with you. "I'll still help if you ask me." she murmured, walking back towards the door again.

Cyzarine wandered off to her own room, wondering if the egg was still okay. She moved a little quicker.

It made sense; if you wanted to find a weirdo ask the weirdos. He'd gone for a quick flight and a lot of guys seemed to up there and flying home here. He checked he had the bottle in his pocket and pulled back the string on the crossbow, loading a shot into it. He put it to his shoulder and ran at the door, smashing through.
"Right, tell me where the dirty shifter is and I promise not to shoot your heads off or leave you in a puddle!"