[Suzerain of Sheol]

"I don't think he's looking much of anywhere, anymore," Kyarr muttered, turning to scan the treeline. He had no way of knowing if the dragon meant that a mile, or half a continent lay between them and wherever humans dwelt in these lands.

He faced his companion once more, gestured casually at the corpse. "Oddly specific, the way your, er, friend there met his end. Any scent of who or what did that to him? The candle is... elaborate." He felt absurd, engaging with the seemingly barely-literate intelligence sitting across the clearing, but he needed answers of some kind to ground himself in this strange circumstance, and the dragon was his only chance for that.

Kyarr looked around in growing unease, still seeing nothing else alive. He was keen to get out of the forest and find civilization, not favoring his chances against the boy's murderer unarmored and with bare fists.

And thirsty. Right.