Jorn closed the eyes of the old man laying still. "sovengrade awaits" he said before standing onto his feet. He looked over the group "I suppose we should find this Isra paleface" he said he was teaming with barley controlled rage, his eyes burned with a cold fury "maybe somebody In iverstead could help, if not we might make our way to whiterun, maybe the harbinger, or even eorland might know. They are both well versed and may know something" he said "we should also let Iverstead know what happened, they can give the grey beards a proper burial" With that he started to walk back down the Mountain, at this point he didn't really care weather or not he was fallowed as he moved with a purpose, and that purpose was to slay everylast dragon and return them to which ever pit oblivion they came from.