They both laugh heartily at his comment, Daminor more than Maura, and even Cerul cracks a hint of a smile. "I doubt we'll need that much space... if it won't fit on horseback, it won't be easy to sell, anyway. It's probably not worth much, either... I say we just donate it to someone, or pawn it off for a few pennies at the general merchant." Daminor nods in agreement, adding, in an overly dramatic tone, "Such a sorrowful thing, though... if, perhaps, we only knew whom it belonged to, we might be able to return it to his next of kin. Alas, they shall have to live without, I am afraid."<br/><br/>The Wyrmlord has earned his name not through his dominion over dragons, but because of his heritage; he claims to be descended from dragons... and is, apparently, a sorcerer of some renown. Wyrmlord also seems to be a title, given to him by someone whom he respects, nay, worships, though the details of whom are obscured...