"Yes," Vincent answered, using the megaphone. "Not only do we want war, but I have a feeling you will not let us go without having one."
While Vincent and the commander were talking, Creed began sifting through the rubble. A Casalyian mother flew into a rage and then collapsed to her knees.
Creed ignored her and continued the search for any children. He found one and called for help. He continued down the length of the wall, working with some of the other races who joined to help. The searchers were fortunate and unfortunate, finding children both alive and dead.
As Creed worked, some Casalyians threw items at him, including food. With renewed strength, Airlond, the Nard king, stood proudly in front of his child. “A boy born without malice," he mumbled.
They shrieked and spat out vile, contemptuous names. Some of the humans joined in, finding a way to relieve their fears, their hate, the anguish that needed a way out.