The Hermit shook his head. "No, you young people helped me enough, you be on your way. There is a lot to do for you." He turned to the old dragon. "What will you do?"
"What needs to be done," the dragon replied. "It would be nice to restore the peace before I go, I wouldn't want to see a war between humans and dragons break out again, and it might if we won't do anything." He looked to Noble. "I will lend the new king a paw and a wing. You are lacking dragons in your team."

That was something Trevor didn't mind at all, having just Comet would have been fine with him. He would have been fine without any dragons on the team. So far only Cressaa hadn't said what she would be doing, but he didn't really care either. He went to the food. "We'll take some of this for along the way," he said. 
"Of course," the hermit replied. "Help yourself. Everyone, take as much as you need. In the very least to last this evening and the morning."

"I would have enjoyed singing songs with you," Mikhal said to Gnol. "We'll save that for another time." He got up and walked to Ricki, Alan and Meria. "Young bard, young dragons," he said in responce to Alan. "Just so you know my only asset to any team is that I can kill any boredom during the journey... and that's about everything I can kill. When it comes to battles I'm practically useless, but I can sing songs of encouragement and make fun of the opponents' mothers." He thought about his words. "Probably with one song," he concluded.

Rachel stood beside Damien when Seb approached them. "I don't see why not," she said, looking to Damien. In the end it wasn't her decision to make. She looked at the two other groups that had formed. It was a shame Ricki wouldn't join them, she liked the girl, but she knew the team she had chosen was the best for her.