"I'm fine," comes the reply as Nora works her body from side to side, trying to shimmy her way out of her pillar. "But, my owlbear could use some help," Nora nodded to the very large creature that was hooting sadly in his own pillar. It looked as though someone had transplanted a very large snow owl's head on a polar bear's body, then decided to add some feathers along its back for decorative effect.

It also looked very pathetic. "Astrid's not use to this kind of thing."