Grendel Kirk
Gren lowered his bow, placing the arrow back into it's quiver and slinging the bow over his shoulder. Part of him felt relieved, the rest only felt disappointment. He didn't really want to kill people though. Did he? Gren figured that they would have to eventually. If Galbatorix was going to have his forces hunt them, killing would be inevitable.
"You and I are in this together now. Us against the world." Onam purred softly in Gren's head in reply. The hatchling dragon had relaxed, and half-jumped half-flew onto Gren's shoulder.
"I quite like the idea of us against the world." Gren inclined his head slightly, turning to Gale.
"The eggs and dragons will be safe with us." He glanced sidelong at Zyloria.
"They won't come to harm." Onam
Onam still wasn't quite sure how he felt about Eggthief. She was making herself useful, but taking that egg was an affront that shouldn't have gone unpunished. At the very least, Onam could vow to cause her great pain if she tried anything again.
"The red haired girl worries me, Gren. She tried to take one of my cousins and she practically reeks of unused magic." Onam could feel Gren's muscles tense.
"Don't worry. We'll be keeping an eye on her. If she tries anything, we'll... We'll do something."