(I was thinking that Gorgon would defect to the scalies at some point, basically lured away because of his half-dragony-ness, or the neutral camp. If Clara isn't doing anything she could probably show up to talk with him, sensing a dragon and finding him or something like that.<br/><br/>Currently, I think we should have the caravan meet Ulfric, Nightmare (and Shadow?) and promptly lock into battle. Anyone else who wants to join in can, but I think that's what seems to be the logical progression here. If we /need/ another scaly character, I can make one.)<br/><br/><br/>Gorgon slid to a stop, his eyes focusing on the path before him. He sensed something. Something of magic. His brain wasn't quite accustomed to extra sensory impulses that came from his dragon parts, mostly due to inexperience, but also due to how he wasn't really a dragon. It was like a pulse, but he couldn't pinpoint where it was. He sniffed the air, but nothing of interest was close enough to smell. He crept forwards more slowly, the lead of the caravan a few minutes distance behind him. Slowly he crept forward on all fours, staying low to the earth. He could suddenly hear someone talking, and crept in that direction, until he managed to catch sight of them with his enhanced sight. Several strange figures. None looked human, except an ancient looking suit of armor, but the glowing eyes made it seem less than normal.  Still half a mile away from the creatures, he slunk away, back to the caravan to warn them of what he found.<br/><br/>The soldiers gave him a quick nod, and began to speak quickly into their radios. A few smaller vehicles rolled off the trucks, the men arming up as they prepared to attack the small force he had reported. Gorgon waited for further orders.<br/><br/>__________<br/><br/>Nightmare shrugged, "Alright. As long as I can sink my fingers into something soft by the end of the day. I'm starved for some bloodshed."