Mordankell sighs wearily. His posture relaxes into a more resigned stance. Looking from one to the other a final time, he nods.<br/><br/>"Very well... you are free to make your choices. And I obviously have little ability to stop you. Follow me if you wish. Mind you, move silently, oh dragon... or do not bother to follow."<br/><br/>With that, Mordankell started down the forest trail again. After a time, he seemed to spot some landmark he'd been watching for, and left the path. Moving deeper into the forest, he stepped over roots, ducked under brances, and skirted around puddles and boulders. Finally, her reached a ruined homestead. Standing alone near the house was a small well. After a brief hesitation, Mordankell approached the well. Rather than drinking from it, he simply sat, took out off his pack, and leaned back against the well to wait.