Quiet.
A Chrysalis was in progress. The Dragons knew. It was an advancement of the Soul, and it was a time of contemplation and meditation.
The quiet was shattered by a feral shriek from the basement.
"NO!"
A pattering of feet, far faster than humanly possible, could be heard by those with heightened hearing. Then, more shrieking and a battle cry, echoing within the basement's walls. Signs of struggle. The distinctive sound of metal on bone.
A whisper, if you really listened.
Then, dead meat hitting the floor.
Steven Krakenbox Ruach