"They were bunnies who were trying to kill us all, and that's not normal," Ambrose replied with a shrug. "Sorry about your dog though, that's harsh." He took a long drink from his glass. "I wasn't that close to my familiar, but he didn't deserve to die. Twice."
Looking around the place, Ambrose nodded. "Sabrina and I did tidy up and make sure the paintings weren't going to portal anyone anywhere. And Dorian's probably back at home, unfortunately. He's a fantastic bartender."