"Bloody hell!" shouted Corraidhìn as he caught the bag jingling full of money. He opened it up and looked inside, a saw a gleaming heap of gold. He doubted he had ever gazed upon that much money in one place before. And the king had simply thrown it to him as if it were a bag of dirt. "T-thank you your highness" he stumbled out in amazement. "I will inform my men at once. You give us the orders, and we will ride out to any foe you deem worthy to die by the wrath of the Tyosacs." He began to exit the room, but stopped in front of the four people arguing. Obviously the argument had made no progress. "If you're planning on killing someone, if I might put in my suggestion, kill the dragon. It doesn't seem like he'd mind."