Kendrick unslung the royal scepter from his back, catching it with one hand as the tines on its head charged with a blue-white energy that filled the air around them with the smell of ozone. He kept silent, but followed the dragon's lead, making way back to the camp; thankfully, most everyone had already packed up in preparation to leave. A few attendants were waiting and approached with his mount, "Your grace," they said respectfully.

The prince hopped up into the saddle, one hand taking hold of the reins, the other still gripping the scepter, "We're leaving. On the double." The servants nodded and made a quick pace towards the rest of the followers to inform them and get moving. Kendrick offered Sykia a hand up to sit behind him, "What's the trouble?"