All of them looked at him confused and concerned.  The silver dragon rushed the wyrmlings out of the main chamber, and back toward the nursery.  Well the other two joined him on the ground. they were young but hardly defenseless.  "its not your place to decide when the council will be summoned.  We shall inform the grand custodian of your arrival and request though.  Who is this...prisoner?" The red asked the black glared at the red but said nothing for now.  Instead stalking off in an annoyed fashion and taking a short flight down to the lower levels of the Aerie.  Soon, there are almost a hundred dragons of varying ages emerging and glaring at Flintstriker the ground shakes slightly as the Grand Custodian herself arrives from the treasury, slightly annoyed to be awoken from a nap, but aware of her responsibilities.