[center][h1][color=lightblue]Odran Stormweaver[/color][/h1][hr][/center]

Odran gave each of the others a gruff, but approving nod as they introduced themselves. It was a motley little crew they all were- diverse in background as well as race. To be honest, they were not exactly the first group Odran would turn to to fight a dragon- not that he had ever fought any dragons either, they were typically rather friendly folk. He would have much rather had been backed by the Ironborn- ranks and ranks of heavy crossbow fire backed by ballista was Odran's typical go-to. Good old steel and stone as opposed to magical mumbojumbo. Still, he supposed they were all here for some reason or another. 

The large human man Calit described himself as former royal special forces, how one simply left that life unscathed Odran wasn't entirely sure, but it certainly put the man on the 'don't cross him' list for Odran. Though, from the way the man spoke, perhaps he didn't leave the life completely unscathed. All in all, it just added to how motley a crew they were.

Odran looked to Vivian as she spoke to him, and offered her a hearty chuckle in return. [color=lightblue]"Aye, I get that a lot now. I chock it up to a wee bit o' giants blood oan mah marm's side."[/color] He hand waved her away as she flattered his people. While flattery [i]would[/i] get you everywhere when it came to dwarves, Odran at least had to put up a show of humility. 

Any further small talk was ceased as Lalei appeared, and presented to them the present situation. It was grimmer than Odran had expected. In just the two days it had taken them to get here, Vaeros had already destroyed Polis and much of the human settlements. To say Odran was shocked was a bit of an understatement. He had never considered the armies of Polis to be [i]particularly[/i] noteworthy, but he hadn't expected them to be defeated so easily either. While most of them fell behind the average Ironborn dwarf in terms of experience and equipment, the armies of Polis were among the most numerous in Valeroma. Now more than ever, Odran yearned to have his fellow dwarves with him, and ready to fight.

[color=lightblue]"We must at least be sendin' word tae other major cities."[/color] Odran spoke up, [color=lightblue]"Ah dinnae know about a prophecy, but the others at least need time to prepare a defense!"[/color] 

A few of the others expressed confusion about why they had been chosen and what could a few of them do that cities could not. Fair questions to be asked. Perhaps they were the only ones that could unlock legendary weapons or perhaps the due to the prophecy they were the only ones whose weapons would pierce the dragon's hide- magic did weird things like that, which is why Odran didn't like it. Odran merely shook his head asked if he had any questions- he wanted them to get moving as fast as possible, and the more time they spent talking, the less time they spent walking.