Draiss managed to get the information that would help, before rather calmly taking a breath and imposing himself between the chromatics and everyone else, encasing all the other dragons in massive force domes that prevented the factions from getting to each other. And even better, from his stand point, it was obvious to the smarter, more powerful, older dragons that no dragon had cast those domes. Draiss then sat down in the middle of the meeting spot, and waited for their fury to cool, and return to a simmer, hopefully within half an hour. If not, he grounded the dragons with a ritual spell, and combining earthbound with featherfall, to force them to land but gently. As the dragons finally turned turned to the interloper, he spoke. "See, this is why I prefer metallics, they go postal, but with precision and at the responsible parties, rather than just rampaging around and screaming in fury. How about you tend to your wounded, give me five minutes with one or two of the explosive sites, and then we get the elders together to actually try and reach a consensus? Or would you like to howl and rage some more? If so, I can come back in a couple days, if you think that would be enough. I can tell you, right now, no dragon here has the power to make that kind of trap, and I doubt that anyone here would profit from infighting. Another party that hasn't shown up, yes, but not here, where death is all that will happen."