Merlin flipped through the pages, skimming through the text. When he found nothing he sighed and shook his head. "Nothing other then each individual gods they were devout to. If this dragon is the same from the text, it's beyond ancient in age, and probably very angry." The mage ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear as day on his face. "How are we suppose to kill something that's older than most recorded history?" he was speaking mostly to himself at this point.<br/><br/>"If...if the gods had a play in it before, maybe we should call upon them again? I know you're not the religious type Merlin, but maybe we can  visit some temples? Maybe pop over to mine before we leave tomorrow. I would like to check on them, and see if they're alright. We could ask the grand cleric there,"she said, eyes watching the fire dance about.<br/><br/><br/>"I....can send us there,"he said, hesitant in his response. Vesper eyed him oddly, the tension in his voice confusing her, but it seemed best to let it go for now.<br/><br/>"So Temple, then to Finny's home, and rest up, then farther north. Hopefully the dragon will stay east for a while longer."