Thorn’s nostrils flared. If it is, we must know, for the sake of the hatchlings at Mount Arngor. Anything dangerous enough to threaten the Riders of old could destroy the next generation of dragons. Stay on the hunt, search the spoor. There are old secrets here, I can smell it.
What? If it’s *that* dangerous and you need to let other people know of what you found, *just leave*! The only thing keeping them there is their honour. Why are you two so dumb?!
