"Bah! The Duke would rather sit on his crown than admit that the dragon has returned. And speaking of which... I would be cautious if you do. Dragons... No one has seen one since the Duke had slain the Ebon Dragon all those years ago. The dragon itself isn't the only problem. Monsters have been known to rally around the beast when he arrives, for champions to rise out from the rabble to lead the monsters. Armies powerful enough to take over nations. If the dragon has indeed arrived, than a lot of people would be looking towards the Duke, the most recent dragon slayer, for leadership. That is to say..." Pylia sighed and laid her head down onto the table. "Bunch of politics. No nation would want to admit that they're not prepared to deal with a dragon and his army while they're still scrambling around their own borders, and certainly the king of Corbmac, that's the country we're in by the way, would also want to admit letting Duke be responsible for the slaying of another dragon. All the while you'll get tossed into this mess when you just want to find your way back home... You have my sympathies."