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"I do not plan on attacking. Such a move would be rather foolish, considering we need to enlist his help. However, if the dragon chooses otherwise, I'll take the force of his retaliation. And I'm sure we will find a way through to him. There is a first time for everything, eh?" Richter said confidently. In his mind, it was best to approach things with such confidence.

Celeste thought things over silently. She had brought climbing supplies, and she was glad for that, but the prospect of seeing a dragon both frightened and excited her. It would be foreign and scary, but how many people experience something like that? In fact, Richter was one of the few that had seen a dragon before. It was a dragon that had survived the hunting, and gone under cover as Elven royalty for quite some time, until it was discovered. Years ago, a party of mercenaries were sent into its cave to hunt it down, Richter being among them. Presumably, that is why Thranduin called upon him.

Richter stood up and nodded when she suggested turning in. "Aye, I'll see you both in the morning. Goodnight, ladies." He gave a quick nod and headed upstairs. Celeste turned when she was addressed in the conversation, and smiled. She always just let her red hair fall down naturally, and only having her brothers around never gave her much motivation to do anything with it. "That would be fantastic, thank you!"