Immi paused just before her first downward step, scanning a final critical eye over what she'd seen so far and pronouncing her judgement to everyone.
"It'd better be good down there!"
Petra chortled.
"Oh, I know I'm terrible," the dragoness admitted to the others. "It's just, I was thinking the same thing a moment ago. A dirty old warehouse doesn't exactly make a stunning impression, even if you know it's not the main attraction."
A champagne cork came flying up at them with a loud plonk when they finally got to the bottom landing. A great big bellow of werebison laughter followed, and Janet Sibon was scolding her husband before the cork had even come to rest. Stephen had to fend off his daughter, too, as the groups merged into a bustle of greetings and smiles.
Janet had a tray of gla
