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

Gale listened intently to the others' concerns, forcing his own worries away and focusing on coming to a solution. He didn't really need to go back did he? He worried for a moment about his parents, but it was safer if they didn't know anything, right? And he had everything he needed to survive, and potentially to feed his dragon, and the others' too if he had too.

He hoped his skills were up to the task anyway.

[color=green]"Right,"[/color] he said seriously, his voice sure for once. He wasn't as certain as he sounded, but right now nobody knew what to do, or couldn't agree on what to do, so his plan was the best course of action he could think of. [color=green]"Demund, you and Alph will go back to the village. Gren and I will stay here with the dragons, salvage what we can-"[/color] bury Lanarí, [color=green]"and find something to eat."[/color] The mind attached to Gale's own perked up at that. [color=green]"Try to avoid mentioning us, but if you have to answer any questions say we split up and you two started talking about leaving. You'll go and get whatever supplies you can, pack your things, and meet us back here."[/color]

He withheld the advice to be quick, a rushed goodbye would only hurt.

[color=green]"We'll wait for you."[/color] He assured them, giving them both his best earnest look.