Dromaeus reached the place where the group were speaking with two newcomers and doubled over with his hands on his knees, his head spinning. Eventually he looked up at them.
"Who in Oblivion are these skeevers?" he growled.
AEanna was now wandering aimlessly, her mind in shambles. She didn't know what she would do. The group would find out what she was. Dromaeus would want her dead. The rest would probably want her dead. Should she want to die herself? For that matter, was she still herself? Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she paid no attention to where she was or where she was going.