[@Thinslayer]

Ravadon couldn't help but notice how little time it took to actually take down some of these golems. It was quite hard to find the glory in overcoming such simple obstacles. 

Though very few people that needed rescuing, he did get a chance to help out some... interesting individuals. Giving them his name, he was certain to meet them again one day. 
Though in his hurry, he forgot to ask what their names were. And maybe he was just a little bit distracted by the feminine beauty of a few these. 

The moment he and the reaper arrived at the castle, Ravadon began looking for Edward. 
That didn't really last long as the bulky Draco-man was hard to miss, sitting down at the kings table with a mug in his hand, a grimace on his face and one foot on the table.
But considering the circumstances, dining ethics were not the highest of priorities.

A short sigh later, the king began talking to the reaper. 
The reaper displayed some very impressive verbal [s]nippletwisting[/s] boldness. And it even seemed to pay off. 
"Just what kind of power did this reaper posses? He can cast a strange fireball that scorches your hand... But mages have put on masks and dark robes before, right? Maybe the guy knows some dirty secrets of the king? Hhmmm..."

"Daughters of the king? Well, well, well. I bet these would look really pretty when I save them from harms way." Ravadon thought to himself. Ravadon put his hand in his pocket. "Too bad I missed out on that tipped over market stand." He remained silent for a few seconds. "Well, if the magician could get away with such a bold move, I could probably get something out of this too." 

The thinking ended. Without words, he wasn't going to still the growling in his stomach.

"My liege, we know there to be very little that can locate dragons, let alone harm them. If we are going to return your daughters here, we can't hope to make it back without any form of support. I'm certain your men will be needed here to defend against all those that lure in the woods, hoping to get in." He paused for a moment as it seemed people were starting to look his way. Ravadon was getting louder again. "As we know, you are a good king. One that places no price on the safety of others, whether these are foreigners in service of you or your very own blood. As such, I'm certain and fully confident that will spare no expense in providing us with the support we need to bring back your daughters. And I know it pains you every second to be without your daughters, so I will keep this succinct. What we and your daughters require from you right now are 3 things..."  

Ravadon made an attempt at a dramatic pause, as he walked over to Edwards table to take one bit out of an apple and then turn towards the king again. Ravadon began moving away from the table with a step for every word, buying him a bit of time to think. And widening his arms in circular motion every sentence to make it seem like he knew what he was talking about.

"Firstly, a sum of coins. One that is sufficient to get the specialized transport, weaponry and magical ingredients to take down the great red dragon and open the way for your daughters to return. 
Secondly, a representative of the crown. A person that might follow up on us and allow for safe passage in name of you, the king.  
And thirdly, a specific subset of partners to help us overcome any other obstacle along the way." 

He took out a piece of paper and jotted down a contract for the king.
By random chance, Ravadon wrote down the first thing that came to mind for a party: 
- The bard, Ravadon of Xyllodan
- The Reaper, the reaper
- The halfdragon, Edward ([@Darkwatck01])
- Any representative of the kingdom
- An elven cleric ([@StormHeart])
- An intelligent ranger ([@AtomicNut])
- A paladin in disguise ([@Avali])

Being all out of inspiration for the day, Ravadon handed the king the letter and asked for it to be signed and stamped by the kings signature ring. At least this way, Ravadon had some time to think up a strategy and ask around if anyone had any bright ideas. 

It seemed Edward, the reaper and he himself were already on board, so finding a bit of help wouldn't be bad. And with double the manpower, we should certainly be able to find a way to steal back the girls, be real heroes and maybe, just maybe distract the dragon for 50 years or something.

Who knows what kind of rewards awaited them once they were done.

A ray was let down through the wool above the mountains. It brought silver to the marble cracks and a warm embrace to the waving leaves. Laying his vision across the great city that had just stopped griefing, Ravadon clutched his left hand once more. The ocean of the sun now filled with white birds and green sprites. Resting the wall against his right hand, the sweet smell of rosary crowns lifted itself above his shoulders with the burden he had placed on them now. 
If there was ever any moment Xyllodan would be brought to his mind, this was it.