He raised an eyebrow at her frazzled appearance, and simply listened without interrupting except for the occasional question. At the end, he simply assimilated what he knew about whites, and what she had said. "So, sorcerer white dragon. Any idea on its age?"<br/><br/>At her reply of either young or young adult, he nodded. "Right, I will assume a small adult then. Blossom, sphinxes, start getting an idea on what frost resistance magics you know, and if I can learn any in a couple days. I want this thing dead before I leave the area. I am going to go and let the mayor know, so if I fail, they can at least give the next group of adventurers enough information to have a better chance against it. Meridia, would you mind contacting your mother and asking if she has anything we could borrow for the fight against it? I am sure you would feel safer with more protections from its spells, as would the rest of you."<br/><br/>He stood up, and headed out, his expression flat and expressionless, only using his glamour on the breastplate, as he wasn't in the mood for a full formal get up. He banged a mailed fist on the mayor's door, and requested to meet with him immediately, if not sooner, about the disappearances. The meeting was brief, relating what he knew, and that he would be heading out to deal with it as soon as he had properly prepared, within a couple days at the earliest. That done, he headed back to the inn, and got to learning about the resist spells, focusing frost but not completely neglecting all the elements. He would feel silly if the dragon stopped using ice and he took a fireball to the face.