"Well, running isn't an option," she said. "This is my<em>home,</em>our home, and we're not going to give it up that easily. Our ancestors fought and died for this land, and if we have to, we will, too."<br/><br/>Her eyebrows arched, as he mentioned planning to visit the capital directly. "That seems unwise - surely, you can send a diplomat, as opposed to showing up yourself? You're a powerful mage, certainly, but dragons are known for their prowess at magic, especially if they're older." At the mention of the Pathfinders, and potentially acquiring an artifact from them, she grimaced. "Good luck with that. They keep things in their vaults for a good reason," she said.<br/><br/>She sighed. "You're probably right, but it's still rather terrifying. It's like waking up and finding an angry owlbear in your bedroom, just staring at you," she said, shaking her head. "I appreciate you taking the time to answer my warning - I wasn't even sure the message would get through," she said, holding up a small device that looked like a crystal tube, with an opening at the top. The tube was cracked, and only had residual magic remaining in it.