"You will find some inside," the hermit said, pointing over his shoulder to the house. "I have my soup to attend to, but I thank you kindly for the beer. It's been a while since I had a decent brew."
He listened as everyone spoke, getting a clear idea of what everyone needed. Of course he knew a thing or two about the situation, even if he lived remotely like this, and he'd share his knowledge in due time. 

Mikhal grinned when he heard he had earned himself a pint of dwarven ale. That was something he wouldn't turn down. He looked at all the dragons here, noting the different colours and sizes. He had gone years without seeing any dragon up close, and now he was surrounded by them. Of course he had seen his friend and her family, but she was an entirely different breed of dragon, it couldn't be compared.
Right now he couldn't do much more than listen to the plans of the others.

Rachel looked at Damien. "Maybe we should go to the dwarves, or at least one of us, to see who the rider is who stayed there. Even if they're not a member of the Order, we need more experienced riders if we will fight back."
They would never be safe if they would hide away, but their group was just too small to really do anything. And she was worried about the others.
Fiona walked to one of the collected animals and started eating. Whatever Rachel would decide, she would follow. 

Trevor listened from a distance, the last to speak was Creessa. "Now that is an idea I can get behind," Trevor said after hearing her plan and he looked at the group. "If you don't like the current situation, get rid of what's causing it. She's not even human and she had the most sensible idea I heard all day. An assassination will have fewer casualties than some kind of war against the king and you just need a few capable and willing people instead of an army."