Ancalagon collapses onto the ground, and looks around, saying, "Well, that was closer than I expected it to be. Lets look around, and see if it was dragon enough to have a hoard. And then I can tell the flame spirit that its village has been avenged. I doubt this volcano will go back to sleep anytime soon, so the lava wrights and the spirit should be alright, for the while."<br/><br/>Moving over to his familiar, he rubs his head along her neck, checking to see if she was alright, before he begins to hunt for the hoard. He feels his mind expanding again, and smiles, wondering what new spells he had earned.<br/><br/>[even more interesting fact: As polymorph any object is permanent, I can take dragon racial classes now, from the draconomicon.]