"I must warn you all...My Father and I are...not on good terms. Last I saw him he was cruel, and harsh on the people, having gone cold after my mother's passing. I have no delusions he'll be happy to see me, but he's not an idiot. If he senses the danger this dragon poses he'll send aid,"Finny said, suddenly sounding unsure. In truth, Finny was down playing the circumstances with his father, afraid the others would protest even trying to gain his help, and it took everything within himself to keep that fear off his face. When Vesper gave him a concerned look, he was worried he'd failed to do so.<br/><br/>"I don't know what that would be like, tension in a family, but I'm sure he'll be happy to see you! You're his son,"she said, her hand coming up to touch his arm. Good, she didn't see through him.<br/><br/>"Y-yeah, you're probably right. What do we need before we leave?" he looked to Merlin, questioning what components the mage would require. Merlin thought it over, trying to recall the exact spell, before he spoke. "Not much. You'll need to have a clear image of the place in your mind, and, while I can cast this spell by myself, I'd rather siphon the magic from that lot of whiners as punishment." He crossed his arms, the irritability plain on his face.