The hunter, now in greater company again, offered a nod to the two as they acknowledged their small collective. As it was prior, the aged man had been elaborating more on the nature of the enemy they faced in this Tiamat and its role as a queen of dragons. The man was... senile, at times, but his current lucidity suggested to Brannor there was more to be known and done. This was unquestionably confirmed with what the governor and his martial escort had to say in turn.

[i]"It was a risky move, but the knowledge we gained for it may well have been worth it. But what do we do with said knowledge? I've already shared my thoughts with sergeant Longwater here... what would you say?"[/i]

The voice of Nighthill said to the party present, to which the wilder of sorts instead looked out over the city from the keep's stone parapets. He leaned atop them, hands against the stone and thinking for a few long, silent moments. The only thing that disturbed the calm of the night in the wake of the attack were the voices of the occasional guardsman speaking in the distance, the rest seemed to be the rolling breeze of the evening.

"There are only a few things we [i]can[/i] do." Brannor said, not taking his eyes off the horizon beyond or what few stars were still visible tonight, "There's little doubt that we need to find their camp and destroy it, later on if not at the same time we need destroy the eggs as well."

"But for your town? You have no army and whoever you owe your pledge to is unlikely to come soon enough." The man paused, his leather guarded knuckles tightening against the stone and his jaw gritting some. His fierce eyes followed suit and he thought again before speaking, attempting to work his way through the mire that was the concerns of normal people.

Greenest needed to mount some sort of defense, the positive news being that there seemed to no longer be a reason for the enemy to return here - at least not now - as all they were doing was creating some "hoard"; whatever that meant beyond anything valuable thrown into a pile. But what could they even do? They found these small scaly things and their worshippers to be an overwhelming threat. There was no way they could fend them off and they would be totally unwilling, knowing the average peasant and their concerns, to abandon the town for safety at a near one under the same noble domain.

"That leaves you with... us, at best, and whatever else you and your master can muster here in the days and weeks to come."

The outlander transitioned conversation slightly, "But I know, at least for myself, we would be at our best hunting the enemy rather than awaiting them here to return, whenever or wherever that might be."

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