Michael is moving toward the group's location at inhuman speeds, unsure about it himself. "Grima, where are we going..?" He asks in his mind. "[i]I sense the presence of a dragon..and many other entities. These foolish humans are trying to kill my kin, no doubt...I will crush them all![/i] Grima answers, his sentence dripping with hatred when he mentions humans. Michael had tried to understand Grima's hatred toward anything that wasn't a dragon, but he still couldn't fathom why. Grima never gave him a proper explanation, and he didn't want to anger the dragon by asking about it. When they were close to the others, Grima slowed, the trees providing cover, Michael's currently red, reptilian eyes seeming to glow as he spied on them in the darkness.