Ancalagon smiled when Raura kissed him, and returned it. Smiling when he felt her deciding to go nap, he tries not to laugh at how lazy his dragons are.<br/><br/>He nods at her question, and listens carefully to her directions, deciding to take his red dragon body to help speed travel, but he stops when his mind reruns the conversation, and he hears Linnorn. Looking at her, he asks, "Wait, Linnorm? Is that not a really nasty throw back to the more primal state of dragons? If so, I thought those thinks were to nasty and base minded to do anything other than kill every living thing that got close to them."<br/><br/>If that was what he thought it was, he may need to kill it off, he mused, waiting for Shyrath's response.