[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

Tiras was walking in a haze of suppressed hunger and dull pain. He groaned in time with his rumbling stomach when Renata mentioned hotcakes.

"Made with bacon, and eggs... Drizzled in syrup from refined maple sap...," Elimine help him if he wasn't salivating at the thought. His right arm throbbed with sensitivity from the lightning burn, bruises from the halberdier, and the stab wound from Wratt's bolt. Everywhere else hurt less, but he had a lot of aches to suppress, and no food with which to replenish himself. The group pressed on, hungry and sore. The fog lifted as the day pressed on, and Tiras saw it in the distance. A large, ruined structure, larger than even Castle Ostia, probably even larger than the castles of the King's abode in Bern or the castle of Aqualeia, sat in the distance.

As soon as Tiras saw what it for what it was, he gaped.

"We were supposed to destroy that? With that amount of explosives?"

"Destroy the Dragon's Gate?" a voice out of nowhere sounded. A morph warped in, clad in mage's robes and holding a staff in hand. "Folly. And who are you? Judging by the amount of time that's passed, you can't be one of Eliwood's cadre."

Tiras was struck mute. A talking morph? One that wasn't attacking him?

"Hmph. No matter. You seek the Dragon's Gate. Lord Nergal wishes to use it to gain power. Come then. We will destroy you." The morph warped away, as did Tiras's hope of not fighting anymore. He looked across the distance, and noticed something.

"...Is that a house?"