Caiaphas just shrugged, remembering even his own dragons tended to not have friends, preferring solitude.<br/><br/>He listened to the debate, before softly coughing and pointing out that, as the tribe's benefactor, the valley was<em>technically</em>his. He quickly pointed out that he had no plans for it, but did bring out an accurate map (for this world, by his standards it was a terrible map, only useful in getting a rough idea of distances and locations). It also showed the surrounding areas. He slid it over to the elder and the dragon, before returning to his corner, enjoying his drink. Not as good as what the dwarves brewed, but still pretty tasty.