"Oh goodness, that sounds awful! I'm sorry." Keyleth tucked her knees up to her chest, setting her heels on the edge of the tavern chair and wrapping her arms around her legs. "Something bad happened in my world, too, a long time ago. It was a terrible war between the gods. They say the world was very different before then and only about a third of the people survived. Where did the, um, the bombs come from?"