Komali peered past the doorway cautiously, trembling in every suction-dried feather and looking slightly more like a puffy chick than he normally did. He didn't know where he was, or what was going on, only that there was a woman's voice, saying he would have to fight. He didn't want to fight! He couldn't fight! Wouldn't!

Komali clutched at his clothing— and his treasure— and slowly edged his way into the room. Oh god, this was not fair. Where was Quill? Where was Midli? Where was the sky and the sea and— and everything!

This wasn't right, not at all.