Draiss looked up, and raised one finger. "Yes, one last question. Are there any metallic or gem dragons that live nearby and might be buttered up into helping? I can transform into a dragon to counter the Red Hand's red dragon, but if they have more than one dragon helping them, I am going to be hesitant about trying to fight a dragon flight all by my lonesome."<br/><br/>He was busy trying to learn how many dragons the army had working with them through the overdieties, and would relay that information after he had wiped out a few patrols, claiming to have interrogated a few survivors from his attacks. Once he learned what, if any, friendly dragons lived nearby, he offered the relevant information on what the dragon types liked, before heading out to hit patrols, using his young adult bronze dragon body and flying above the patrols to rain spells down on them until the expired.<br/><br/>Once he had spent nearly twice as many spells as a sorcerer of the power he was imitating would have, he would return to the capital to rest and meet with the others. He did have a few scrapes and bruises, as well as a single slash mark on his wrist where a nearly dead fighter had tried to remove his front paw, but was otherwise intact.<br/><br/>(I figure he would be able to take out five or six good sized patrols at a minimum, as well as wiping out any nearby enemy air units.)