[center][h1]Drugram Noldgar[/h1][/center]

A silver dragon landed upon the plateau where they'd all been set to meet, and Drugram hopped off Granigol with naught but a brief grunt of exertion. As the others arrived, Drugram gave each of them an inquisitive stare before returning to his ruminations, waiting patiently until they had all gathered. Would that those in command had bothered to a more detailed dossier on the fellow leading them than that he'd survived a Kovosian attack on his home nation. Still, between that and being actually trained to command, Drugram wouldn't begrudge this Caleb boy his position. 

Ancestors knew that he didn't want such a burden of leadership upon himself, after all. There had been conversations when all of this mustering had begun. Surely, some said, a century-old man had some idea of how to lead. He'd shut that line of thought down as soon as he'd heard it. Magic was his one great specialty. Not leadership, not warfare, not tactics. It didn't matter how many scraps he'd gone through when he was young. That was hardly any substitute for formal education in battlefield tactics and strategy. 

There came a point when he realized he ought to introduce himself rather than think. Drugram stepped forward, beating a fist against his chest once. 

[b]"Aye, ser."[/b] He nodded, taking care to look more respectful than curt. Nevertheless, some of Caleb's words had him thinking. 

[b]"Engage only when engaged upon? Lord Evermoore, was it? This a missive from High Command?"[/b] He left Caleb that one out, just in case. Nevertheless, the idea of not striking first sat poorly with Drugram. This was already an invasion. Any pretense to first strike or cassus belli was pointless. He had very little intention of usurping the human's command, considering how much Drugram didn't want that responsbility for himself. But it was a pertinent question, nonetheless. 

Drugram sideeyed the other two riders in their squadron after, trying to recall if he'd ever heard of or read up upon them. One more mage, at least. As well as a complete unknown. His inquisitive stare lasted a moment more, before Caleb mounting up had his own self clambering back onto Granigol. 

[b]"Understood. We'll take off as you do."[/b]