Ancalagon listens to his daughter, and considers what she said, as he sat on the bed. He glanced at the painting and simply looked at it for a while, and then says, "Well, you have something most people do not. Time, for dragon blood flows strongly in your veins. Consider what kind of help you want to provide, and then choose the path that allows you to do so. Try to find one path, and stay true to it, so that you are stronger than those who lack conviction. I will always, well, almost always, be willing to give you what advice I can. But their is something you must know. The forces that I have drawn to my banner are viewed as evil by most beings. Simply because they are different from those who control most of the lands. In time, you will be asked to choose between me, and those you wish to help. Consider that, as well as what you wish to succeed in."<br/><br/>He waits, letting her digest what he says, and then stands, to leave his daughter to contemplate what he has told her, and returns to his throne room, to rest and watch Shyrath amuse herself with his portion of the treasure. He asks her for the location of the active volcano that had housed a mine, wondering what caused it to go active so suddenly, intending to find out tomorrow.<br/><br/>After watching her for a time, he finds an empty room, and sleeps, wanting to be left alone for a while. He awakens two hours later, his ring of sustenance again allowing for him to make better use of his time, and sits on his throne, staring at a map, until Raura is awake, and then morphs into a red dragon, and flies toward the now abandoned mineing town, according to his information.