But either Amberdrake has actually managed to stay off the radar, or the militia are too busy rounding up the injured people at the various hospitals. Or something else, who knows? Either way, the place is empty, and dark.

Drake holds his breath for a moment or five, then lets it out and reaches in to hit the light switch. Look at him, using modern switches and things.

It's a single story little place, and Amberdrake has turned the living room into a work room of sorts, in lieu of any better ideas. Most of the furniture isn't his, although there is at least a couch. Which, when he stumbles in and towards it, still leaning heavily on the monk, he makes sure to haul him down onto as well.

He's got his arm 'round Sanzo's shoulders and behind his neck. The priest isn't going any damn where until he lets go, too, at least not without injuring the kestra'chern.