There were a few people who at least knew who she was and didn't find her terrible company. One of them happened to be a small, fluffy, white dragon, who of course dragged her own person along when she decided to track down that big but fairly polite Regal who they'd talked with off and on before. So once they'd ascertained that she wasn't actually in the barracks, like they'd assumed, they circled the city in search of her.

Spotting the makeshift house from the air wasn't all that hard, once they were flying over the right part of the city. Fluniarlii angled down to the little building and alighted just in front of it, looking up in mild confusion. "Why would she want to live here?"

"Maybe she likes being by herself," Haro suggested, climbing down from her back and hanging on the harness, looking up at it, too.