The cold didn’t help, but the wyvern flapping carelessly over the city did.
Wyverns preferred large open spaces for hunting, which Kel definitely wasn’t. But the beast was up so high, Tarquin could only see its belly, and wyverns also preferred twilight, when it wasn’t too bright for their eyes. It probably wasn’t searching for prey, then. Most likely going south, like the wyvern he’d seen with Ainya near Ensi-Var. Tarquin wished the wyvern a good journey before the kintara’s weapons likely tore it out of the sky.
Tarquin shut the window and quickly dragged on a fresh set of leggings. Feeling marginally more ready for the day, he put back on his belt, grimacing at how the sheath was still empty. He really needed to make a new one.