[ there's a little snort that comes out of his nose, amused. ]

ALASTAIR sent us on a mission to Anwick, stating that we to "help"—[ yes, finger quotes and all. ]—protect a horde of young dragons from the wrath of the community. As it so turns out, those dragons put beneath our protection grew to be full-fledged world destroyers.

Anwick met its natural end. Well, from ALASTAIR's point of view.