"No idea, but there ARE enough traces for my construct to follow it back. Might take a couple months, but it has not failed yet, even catching an ethreal doppleganger spymaster.<br/><br/>And my construct works alone, surely your reports on it mentioned that? Too many nearby foul up the tracking senses, and dragons do that in far fewer numbers than most other races. And one of mine will also..."<br/><br/>He was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a hatchling night fury. On his head. "Hi, I am Evenatreationtraaough, who are you, you are so big, am I going to get that big, wah! The ground is, oh, hi dad!"<br/><br/>The hatchling looked back and up at him, a smile on his face, squirming as he tried to get loose. "What are you doing out of the hatchery? Does Vorela know you got to the portal room?"<br/><br/>The hatchling shook his head, ignoring the stares at him. "Nope, came with the big metal cloaked thingee shiney. I tried to pounce him, and just when I finally got him, we were here. Can I look around, I don't wanna go back, some many biggies here, I wanna meet 'em."<br/><br/>Draiss sighed, and shook his head. "No, going home." "WHAA..."<br/><br/>Draiss sighed as the hatchling wailed, cutting him off with the portal spell, and turned to the Reaper, simply meeting its optics for a second, before it nodded, bowed and turned, heading to the explosion sites. Another two squads appeared where it had been, a squad of shadow stalkers and a squad of four heavies, all of them equipped to disable than kill. "Was there anything else, or should I head back before something else pops up of mine that shouldn't?"