Chapter 13 No Other Choice
Several days later, in the unnamed cave, Sylphiel shivered as he fluffed his feathers, still wet from the rain. Four days ago, the Rebylou region was hit by a huge storm that lasted for three days. On the fourth day, they found the once-dry cave ceilings starting to get damp. At first, Sylphiel and a few other harriers dared to go out and assist in constructing dams along the creeks. However, half a morning later, not one of the three wanted to go outside. Recently, the lizardman had been particularly busy. He had to go deep into the Double Creek stronghold to find a runoff channel, be responsible for the food of five people, and also take charge of dam building. Fortunately, Sylphiel had set up a teleportation array early on, or they wouldn't have had time. Of course, he often had a little companion with him. On the fifth morning, the sun was shining, and a rainbow appeared above Double Creek. Xil lay on a damp rock and belched little flames. Before long, Charles returned with a freshly-skinned deer on his back, and placed Xil on his