Ancalagon wakes, and looks around, moving slowly to avoid waking Raura, as see did not have a RoS, yet, and would need the full 8 hours. He glanced at the others, before settling down, and waits for her to shift a bit, and then slides free of her, and walks outside, putting his robe on and stretching. He looks at the moon, and figures he has a few hours till sunrise, and settles down, outside, watching the night pass, and wondering what to do next.<br/><br/>He thinks about it for a while, and then figures that visiting the nearby towns, and offering them the same deal he had the others, and see how they respond, after fetching his three clerics to train up to the draconic pantheon. He hoped to find a person who knew about them, but not having found one yet, would simply provide what instruction he could from the book about them he owned. Perhaps he should find out if he can devise a spell that can detect dragon blooded individuals at range. But that would take time, and would be for when his powers unfolded again. He considers the magic of the dragon pact, and decides that he would, but wanted to perform the ceremony with a certain type of dragon, and he had no shadow dragons, yet.<br/><br/>He stretched again, noting that while his mind wandered along the paths to planning the future, dawn was approaching. Time to meditate, and restore his spells. An hour later, his eyes open and stands up ready to get moving, and continue to pull towns in.