Ancalagon had to take a moment after ripping the gold loose to stop drooling, his draconic tendecies showing already, and tried not to laugh at the absurdity of the magma dragon. Bathing in gold, even a red knew better than to do that.<br/><br/>Breaking the gold into two pieces, he and Raura carried the gold back in one trip, and could have easily carried more. He lands back at the castle, and has Raura deposit the gold into his throne room, and then dismisses her half of the spell, letting her be young again, and go admire her absurdly large hoard, for such a young dragon, at least.<br/><br/>He settled down, and simply mused on the fact that fate was finally being kind to him for a change, and laughed, waiting for Shyrath to return from another meeting with Rummsprig, and see what he had brought back.