Dive for cover

You dive for an alley, but your instincts are too late. A mighty hawk the size of a wagon pins you to the pavement and tears you limb from limb.

 

The western quarter of the city was abandoned for two reasons: raiders and rocs! The spires of the great bridge are sought greedily by these tyrant hawks for nesting. It takes a trained eye to see a roc before it sees you, and your eyes were green. 

 

Your remains will feed the next generation of bird kings. Few could ask for a more noble manner of recycling.