Ryelle was silent for a moment after everyone had spoken. It seemed they had two new members to the group, for now at least. While she didn't like the looks of the man in the black cloak, she was unwilling to turn down any offer to help the poor people being terrorized by the dragon. "Very well," she said, nodding to both Jasper and the cloaked man. "You're both welcome to join us in this little side quest." She was silent a few minutes more, staring transfixed at the dragon and trying to think of a plan. She looked around her little group of supporters and nodded once in affirmation of her newly formed idea. "You," she said, pointing at the crystal man. "Keep talking to the dragon. Try to distract him. Also propose the idea of us finding this champion and bringing him to justice. It may work, though if someone killed my mate I'd not rest until my hands were soiled with their blood. Still, it is worth a shot. We might get lucky." She glanced at Jasper. "All right, Mr. Stealth. I want you to sneak around down there and look for people who are trapped or injured beyond movement. The rest of us will go along and send those able out of the  dragon's path. When you're find someone, get our attention and we'll come to you. Everyone ready? Let's go then." Without waiting, Ryelle headed back to the village, the village where screams of terror and roars of fire and dragon could be heard, possibly for miles around.<br/><br/><br/>Tom blinked as his charge accepted the aide of two more people. Oh sure, Jasper seemed harmless enough, but the guy in the cloak? He shook his head. That one was practically the reincarnation of evil. Was the elf an idiot or just unbelievably naive? Still, who was he to question his leader and empoler? Not that he had much chance for questions. Within moments, she was spewing out some plan and running with it. Literally. Tom headed after her, not seeing much choice otherwise.