Dorisma examined the jewel. Shiny. She'd probably pawn it off later. A good enough reward since she'd really done nothing but carry that fat egg. A night of sleep would do them well before dealing with the rest of the dust issue. Though there was the small matter of payment. The jewel would doubtless do, though perhaps they should see if they could weasel a night of rest out of the dragon. However Dorisma for one, had no intent on leading the effort to mooch off of someone. It seemed the flying one, Trey, had found the inn. Without a word Dorisma began walking towards the yelling, gesturing, bird. It had been a rather long day after all.