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

Gale scooped up the satchel he'd found and slung it over his shoulder, shoving the unbound journal he'd found inside. He saw the exact moment Zyloria's eyes found the eggs and the hatchlings and knew they were screwed. Gren's words, while inappropriate, were true. Mostly. [color=green]"Right, no one's killing anyone,"[/color] he cut in nervously. But could they trust her? Eyeing her up for a moment, Galen decided no, he didn't trust her, not enough to leave her behind. [color=green]"You shouldn't have come,"[/color] he decided, his frustration rising. This moment where they became legends, Dragon Riders, and gained life-long companions, was ruined from the start, but being discovered so soon? There was little to enjoy, they would be hunted, but now their head start was being threatened. [color=green]"You should really come with us,"[/color] he insisted, stepping closer to her, his eyes pleading. He hoped she would agree, they couldn't be sure she'd stay quiet otherwise. [color=green]"The King will being hunting us, and anyone who knows anything about us. You'll be safer with us- I think-"[/color] he hesitated, glancing back at Gren. They hadn't discussed it yet, but where else would they go? [color=green]"We're going to the Elves, they'll protect you."[/color]

He hoped that was incentive enough. Everyone was curious about the Elves, and while most villages had untrustworthy sources and untrue rumors, Mashal was more informed of the truth. They knew the Elves weren't bad, and that they opposed Galbatorix and practiced magic. Surely Zyloria would want to go with them now?