Anwick was our mission before Audentes was Audentes. We had all tripped through reality's fabric and fallen into a foreign world and given an objective: save the dragons. It was simple enough, we found them, cared for them, secured them before pitch-fork driven townsfolk could hunt them down and slaughter them. They were nothing but newly hatched infants, and the only thing between them and destruction was a handful of lackluster new recruits with an itch to get back to their own worlds.

[ Loki trains his eyes on him and then shrugs. ]

We saved them, and no one died.

[ that was the catch, wasn't it? he remembers being furious about being used, but it seemed so far and so long ago, and so many things had changed since then. ]

Then we were alerted that we had served our duty. The dragons grew up and annihilated the world, and everyone with it.