Tandagh was still racking his brain on what had happen. The only people that could help him reach his goal of revenge against the dragons were just stomped out as if they were mere insects by the very monsters that he wished to end. The only glimmer of hope that was still even visible among this wreckage was the name of some person that could be anywhere in Oblivion for all they knew. Needless to say the agitation that the Orc was feeling was steadily growing. Tandagh was just about to head back down the mountain when the booming voice caught his attention. Another one of the dread beast had arrived and seemed to want to give the group the same treatment as the former masters of the voice. The large mer had his axes in hand and was ready to stand his ground, but he quickly dove to the cover of a near by rock when the dragon unleashed a spout of fire from it's fanged mouth.