Not in the house! NOT in the house!” The giggling herd of children and baby daggerbeasts burst out of the kitchen with Keeper Maylon two steps behind. “Not in the– oh never mind.” He sighed as the last of the pranksters tumbled out into the courtyard. Every spawning brought the same joyous chaos to the keep. He supposed slightly soggy kitchens were a small price to pay for the Covenant. Even if they were his kitchens.

“Keeper?” Parli stuck her flour-covered head into the hallway, gesturing to the recovering kitchen staff. “Shall we start the ovens then?” At his nod, she turned to babble something in Flerian to the mages. He was still getting used to the mages.

And the daggerbeasts.