Lower Tadfield Safehouse

Baraq fled down the stone steps of the prison. He nearly blacked out on the first flight, weak from confinement and from the fractures in his wings jolting with every movement. After that, he could handle it. Mostly. His vision stayed somewhat clear, that was good enough.

At the last flight he caught his foot on the rough stone, and he barrelled into the trim figure in the doorway below.