Taking a deep breathe, Wing clams down, fists un-clenching. Then he whirls back on Raziel, eyes widening.
"Oh, another thing. This place might not be too safe. While I was going to get Drake, someone was following me. I wasn't able to get a good look at them, but I think I lost them. They might have been some of the Despot's guards, though. There was also this... metallic lobster thing-a C-something. Drake saw it too. Do you know why they'd be here, or is it likely Laurel's work?"