"I am not a child, sir." A momentary flash of irritation shot through Rhiannon but she quenched it immediately; now was not the time to argue with others and she was still young after all, it was to be expected. Bowing her head to hide her face she apologised just as alarms began to ring throughout the city.

"This.... Armed Pilgrimage is a falsehood. They claim Pilgrims were being attacked by the rulers of Jerusalem but my family easily made it into the city." Rhiannon declared, somewhat more strongly than she had intended to. Violence for aggression's sake had always upset her, a feeling only enhanced by the years of raiding by Normans upon her people's ancestral lands. In any case their conversations were interrupted by the alarms that began to ring throughout the city, announcing the beginning of an attack. It quickly became clear who had the upper hand as Crusaders swarmed onto the walls and gained a key foothold.

Rhiannon began to look around nervously, expecting a swarm of angry and murderous citizens to fall upon the group and slaughter them for their faith at any moment. She knew all too well from the raids on her village that it was the women who suffered worst and she was not unaware of her own beauty; whichever side won she'd be in danger. Refuge suggested by the dragon piqued her interest; it was away from her parents who she worried would give her up in exchange for their own safety and it would keep her out of harm's way.

"How about if he comes with us?" She suggested, the others turning to look at her. "Dragons are favoured by my people, we symbolise them a lot on our flags and family crests so we could pretend I've adopted him for now? Once the initial violence has passed he should be safe, I think..." She trailed off, aware of her young age compared to the others and how foolish her idea probably sounded to them.