[b][u][center][color=green]Galen Derricson[/color][/center][/u][/b]

Galen's eyes bounced from one dragonling to the next, taking in their newest companions. Somehow, he didn't think this was going to end well. Four new Dragon Riders, another four unhatched eggs- [i][color=green]We're going to die[/color][/i], he thought worriedly. [i][color=green]The King is going to want us dead-[/color][/i], he withheld a flinch as new thought occured to him, [i][color=green]the first riders since the Forsworn, he's not going to want us dead, he's going to want us as slaves![/color][/i] It took a moment for him to calm himself, to realize that so far Galbatorix didn't know anything, if he had then the eggs would be in Uru'baen, not in some dingy cave unattended where anyone could find them.

Reassured that they weren't likely to fall over dead and second now, Gale forced himself to refocus on the others.

Hot anger burned in his chest when he saw Gren searching Lanarí's body. At least Alph was showing some sympathy- and some brains. He'd come to the same conclusion, they weren't safe. No matter how amazing being a Dragon Rider should have been, it wouldn't be so great when they were forced to be on the run.

[color=green]"Her name was Lanarí."[/color] He said suddenly, reaching into his pocket and grabbing the blue gem. He tossed it across the room to Gren. The thing had shown him a vision of her, and somehow he knew it would do so to every new person who touched it. He wondered how it came to be, after all, it wasn't like the elven woman had made it herself, she was too overcome by grief. Maybe whoever discovered the cave before them? This Terryn person who wrote the unfinished letter? But why make a gem hold a memory of that particular moment? How would that even work? He mentally shrugged, brushing it off as magic.

Later he would realize that isn't exactly how magic worked.

[color=green]"You're right,"[/color] he continued, talking to Alph now. [color=green]"We can't stay. It's too dangerous; for us and our families."[/color] It was likely the Empire would come knocking eventually, but the sooner they disappeared the less likely that was, and if they kept their mouths shut then no one would know where they came from and wouldn't be able to trace the back to Mashal.

In a way, Galen was almost excited. His fear was abating, being replaced by a lighter curious feeling. He'd always wanted to see the world, to go learn everything there was to know, and this was his chance. There was no imminent danger to spike or reinforce his fear, so he was left with an cautiously intrigued outlook as the thoughts of the King and the threat he posed faded to the back of his mind. Then, of course, the feeling was crushed as a thought came to him. [color=green]"But where can we go? I mean, they're dragons, how do you hide that?"[/color]