"Good. Don't disappoint me," Trevor said to Duncan, but when he heard Alan's words he looked over his shoulder to glare at the man. By doing that he noticed the Hermit looked at him. "What?" he barked. 
The Hermit looked expectantly at him, then at Noble, then back at him. 
"No."
The Hermit rose an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
Trevor let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine. If he takes Gnols invitation and goes to the dwarves then I will go with him. That way I'll at least be able to drink a decent ale." His eyes shot daggers when he saw the pleased look of the Hermit and turned his back at him.
The old dragon let out a deep, rumbling sound. It sounded as if he was laughing. "You remind me of myself," he said to Trevor, which Trevor ignored.

Mikhal looked at Trevor. "If you will go to the dwarves, then I will go to the Dragon Sanctuary. I have been to the dwarves many times and I will be unable to forgive myself if I pass on that opportunity." He turned to Gnol. "While I do enjoy your company, the dragon sanctuary is more appealing to me. I can be of little assistance when it comes to discussing politics with the dwarves anyway. But do give my regards to Ebkor, if he is there and not travelling somewhere to sell his wares."

"We will go back to the Order," Rachel said, and Fiona nodded to show her approval. It was the only logical place to go for her, and plenty of people seemed to be heading to the dragon sanctuary anyway. 

Meria smiled at Ricky. "I would love to have you with us," she said to her. When she heard Mikhal mention he'd go with them she turned to the bard and gave him a warm smile, his company was certainly welcome. "We'll have a bard with us too. That will surely make the travel more pleasant."