He thanked Night for the help, and put the enchant on the small holder just under the nozzle of the apparently insane combination of metal, though anyone back home would realize he had just built a home-made, do it yourself, honest to god flamethrower. He wasn't going to test it in the forest, he wasn't stupid, but he could at least now run the flammable liquid, currently oil until he found something better, though the tank didn't hold too much yet. He could enchant it later to hold more, and to magically refill as it drained, but that would be for the next one. This was just to make sure he could build one, and would likely shelve it as soon as it was successfully used.<br/><br/>Three days later, he gathered everyone who wanted to go, having included Elwyrr and the dragons in the invitation, outside the official Court area, and did a quick illusion check, just to make sure everyone could do the illusions and hold them. Once they proved they could, he turned the mob toward the Meldour's Vale, the place where something was going on that had a protector dragon god worried enough to call him in, and an attack dragon goddess worried enough to offer him enough blandishments to make him leery about seeing her again.