That would be nice, wouldn't it? If all the trouble here could be blamed on the Breach and neatly wrapped up with it.

["Trouble" is an understatement, and Avery knows it. She was here not long ago, right in the thick of things. Instead of elaborating though, she looks down at the fallen beast.]

Give me a thug with a knife any day, yeah? But a bear... [She shakes her head.] Well, I guess that's why we have walls. And mages.