The Dwarf would have agreed with An-Hasst's deduction if he understood that was what the Skayleigh was gesturing about. Instead, he thought this Half Elf was glaring at him. Geradin raised a bushy brow, and then glared back, followed by trying the ol' stink eye at An-Hasst. He guessed he won the contest when the Skayleigh pulled the Priest of Fineki away. 

Geradin harumphed at the lasses declaration of finding a lost city, and a Dragon. "What would those two have to do with the other. Listen, I know ye don't exactly have street signs to follow out here, but ye could have traveled to a Dwarven Thundrim (Fortress City). Our maps are the best there is. If there's a ruined city, most likely we'd have it in our records." He boasted, placing his ham size fists at his hips and nodding. "Though granted, even to us, the Southland is numerous and untamed. Many of our Thundrims have fallen over the years to Demons, woe betide me race."
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Argon nodded to Alice, making his way deeper into the ruins of this devastated town, though it was obvious he was merely scouting about. His tongue flicked into the air. At a distance, his powerful body and animalistic movements made him seem like one of the Southland beasts that would have been drawn to the fire and corpses as well. Speaking of which, the smell was getting a bit strong when the wind did not blow...

Beren glanced at this newcomer, regarding him for a moment. Ursaren had not yet answered the Warrior Monk, but he supposed he should have guessed that Gaderon was a Darkslayer. The accent should have given it away, as well as how the man moved. He knew not all Banians were Darkslayers of course, but it was a hint nonetheless. 
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