"I will await your return then, your majesty," the hermit said with a small bow. "Good luck on your travel." 

Trevor huffed, they had to rely on skill, not luck. He watched the old dragon rise to his feet.
"Finally," the dragon said as he started moving. "I'm not getting any younger, you know. It's been a while since I visited dwarves, so let's make haste. I'd like to get there before I die."
Trevor had to admit he appreciated this dragon's bluntness. That was as far as he was willing to go - dragons were still dangerous monsters. He followed Duncan, but kept an eye on the new king. The last thing he wanted was for the boy to slip and break his neck.

Linda flew up from Mikhal's shoulder to sit on the extended arm of Ricky. "It's nice to meet you all," she replied, before looking at Terasivas. "That is an impressive roar," she cooed. "You are big and strong and the cutest thing I have ever seen!" She turned to look at Mikhal. "On my way here I saw a big, white horse. Stickyback said he would catch up."
Meria smiled at the name. "Then there is no reason to wait. The ocean is that way?" she turned and pointed, looking to Mikhal for a confirmation.
Mikhal nodded. "Indeed, that is the way we should go."

Rachel turned to Crreessa and thought about her question. "It wouldn't be safe to fly in a group if we want to avoid being discovered, but in case of an attack we would be safer in a group. I think we should travel together. At one point we will have to let the enemy know we are here and ready to fight, and it will draw their attention away from the new king or the dragon sanctuary."