The glade was now filled with discussion of what their next move would be. The Elves lingered for the discussion, though whether it was to keep an eye on the companions or for help, none could tell at the moment. Brogach the Elk was even attentive, ears twitching to and fro.

"It's not in my nature to slay something unless it's a last resort, or it's pure evil, like a Demon," Beren said, arms crossed. He let out a breath, and Calanon nodded in agreement at that assessment. "But if the Dragon is stirring up monsters, something should be done, yes?" Calanon's question was directed at the Elves. Verya strode over to them, putting her hands on her hips and giving a gruff nod of her own. 

"We have many problems to deal with at the moment, not to mention the monsters that this Dragon has brought to our borders. But we'll send scouts out to warn and escort the local populaces to a more stable region for the time being." she said, letting her voice rise so her Rangers could hear her. Of course they could, being Elves. But it didn't hurt to snap them to attention as well, just in case. 

Beren nodded and placed a hand on Verya's shoulder. "Thanks." he told her. 

"Dragons can speak and understand our language," Calanon said. "But...getting one's attention, or speaking its true language is an entirely different matter." What Calanon said was true, though most people did in fact consider Dragons no more than beasts. "There are Druids around here. Perhaps I could help with that, though they'd likely be more help with what Monsters were where and how to avoid them rather than any Draconic help, other than a Scrying pool which is what I think Alice meant?" 

"We could help with whereabouts of the Dragon and other monsters," Verya said. "Our scouts are the best in the world. We'll go forth and provide aid where we can." 

"Great, here come the Elves to save the day," Geradin muttered sarcastically. Verya raised an eyebrow at that and turned, but Beren spoke first. "He's...he's new. It's ok," the Warrior Monk chuckled, trying to ease the situation and holding his hands up. The Elven Captain looked entirely unconvinced, but seemingly gave the benefit of the doubt at the moment. Beren gave her a wink of thanks, which had her nod. 

"I am more new than the Dwarf is," Argon said, raising his scaly hand.

"I believe it," an Elf said in the background.

"If there is a cursed Drake here, I say we ignore it or kill it. But let us not mince words with a Wyrm," Geradin announced. "The beasts have slain enough Dwarfs for us to ever forgive that race of monsters." 
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