Dragons couldn't start bringing Beemarines home until morning, so Malevolence had the entire night to watch mayhem among humans, and despite her sleepiness, she wanted to.
Beehound Quickstep took an observation position nearby. She yawned, then made a sip of nectar from a field brass flask, then looked outside.
"Gathering materials for your report?" Malevolence asked.
Quietstep nodded silently.
She was as untalkative as all Beehounds, but now Malevolence was naturally drawn to socialization and gossip; she couldn't help herself if she wanted to.
Below them, a pair of humans were dragging a blinded warrior human out of the building. He was shouting and trying to fight them off, but it was all pointless. Other humans gathered around with torches, shouting more things, but not hurrying to help.
Malevolence grinned.
"Do you think they will all kill each other? Burn this place by accident?"
Quietstep shook her head.
