When Brynn found her way to the half-elf man, he was seated in the back of the tent, as far from the group as possible, while still being within earshot. At first, he didn't look up from the book he was skimming through. The old tome even thicker than the one she held. After a minute, he marked the page, and looked up at her, registering her word. Merlin took the book from her and looked over the passage."It's old elvish. Written before the Elven culture had one unified language. Before they created cities, and a nation." He turned coy eyes to her, before continuing. "This says something about 'The Time of Fire and Embers'. After we're done here,we'll go through it,"he said, running his fingers over the script, right as Farkas started to address the group.<br/><br/>The group of people, only a few dozen at most, listened intently as the two men spoke and said there peace. Once done, a lanky blonde elf stepped forward, hands curled tightly around a broken sword. "I'm sorry but...there is only a few of us left. The Grand Cleric wouldn't lend aid to our small numbers. How are we meant to fight a dragon,"she asked, her dark eyes shinning with worry. Farkas looked to Ragnar, a deep set frown on his face. He didn't know what to say, but Finny stood forward, and cleared his throat. A few of the men and women gave him cold looks, their blame still not fully casted elsewhere.<br/><br/>"I may have an idea. For those of you who are unaware, I am of a noble house. My family resides in Lordship over Wynnwick, a town in Creyes. If I were to go back, I may be able to persuade the Bannermen to give us aid." he looked the group over, suddenly nervous. The girl before seemed to be mulling the idea over when a large beast of a man stood up, and let out a scoff.<br/><br/>"Creyes is a continent away. That's weeks of sailing, one way, without a for sure promise you can pull this off." The man, a barrel chested orc, crossed his arms, eyes glaring holes into Finny. The group started to murmur in agreement, speaking up with protest. Vesper shoved the orc aside and took the floor. "So what? We don't have very many options. This could be what we need to sway the Grand Cleric, and the council to give us aid. And if not, we get more help and rally the other hundreds of people no doubt decimated by this monster!" Vesper's voice rang out, silencing the crowd. It was a shock to hear her raise her voice,let alone shout. "We have to give it a try,"she said, pleading. "But we might not have weeks,"a voice reasoned, and she couldn't say anything against that. it was true. She was about to give up when a loud groan cut through from the back and Merlin shoved his way to the front. He was agitated, a scowl on his face, as he used magic to pull the orc halfway across the space.<br/><br/>"Show of hands, how many magic users are here right now in this room." A few hesitant hands went up. He counted them. "Good, you lot will help with a transportation spell since you all feel the need to b*tch about it. We are going to do this. Shut your mouths and help or get the hell out of our way, or I'll kill you myself." He ignored the disapproving look he got from Vesper, and stared the group down. "We have limited options. Don't spit in the face of someone trying to help,"he snapped, his patience gone.