Serenas sat armour-clad in a chair at the edge of the square, out of view for most of the dragons. As he was relatively small, he hoped to go unnoticed until he was prepared to decide for or against the quest at hand. Listening to Valerie, he hummed to himself.<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Well, she's humble and has insight to her position. Then again, you'd have to be a fool not to realise.</span></span>As she talked about finding the sister, Serenas almost grunted.<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Finding a dragon is one thing, but finding a</span> true <span style="font-style: italic">dragon? Almost impossible.</span></span>He got up from his chair, chuckling inside.<span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Well, no going about it, I suppose. They're going to need me, here.</span></span>He walked into the square proper - dwarfed by his draconic kin, the dracomancer squeezed through and showed his grizzled face to Valerie, letting his booming voice resound over the square - his breath frosting even in the warm weather, testifying to his Frost Dragon blood.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Well, lass, I am Serenas Fleetclaw - though you knew that already, didn't you? It's been a while. I think you'll need my particular set of skills and talents here, particularly if you plan to search close to any of the dragonslayer guilds. As a human, I can conduct any interaction with them that is necessary, and my abilities with frost, draconic and magical, might prove useful. So what do you say, lass? Give this old codger a go?"</span><br/><br/>Resting his greatsword Icicle on his shoulderpad, he looked dead into Valerie's eyes, his own glistening and wrinkled in that grandfather smile he so often wore. His posture strong and proud, it was clear the years had been easy on him; Thanks to the dragon's blood in his veins, no doubt.