The horse, though fleeing for their lives, were loyal and honest beasts, having been trained not to so easily abandon their masters. They remained on the periphery of the battlefield, safely away and it was a simple enough chore to rally them back under the party's fold. Meanwhile, Tallyrand managed to pull free from the dead beast a two foot egg, cold to the touch and pure white with frost patterns around the surface...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>The gates opened wide for the triumphant heroes, one dragon's head (and a few other trophies) in tow. The guardsmen and citizens cheered and howled, and the King himself greeted them outside of his hilltop castle in the center of town. A tall man, with a short white beard and battle-worn features under his warrish crown, adorned in jewelry and robes over what looked to be a number of magical attire, and a greatsword upon his back. He spread his arms out wide as if to embrace them, the guards taking the reins of their horses for them.<br/><br/>"Well done, well done!" He said with a wide grin, pale blue eyes closing shut in joy as the king clapped his hands. "I was watching the whole thing in Tabaranth's scrying pool! Fantastic, just fantastic! I hadn't known a dragon to be so outmatched since Vesuin the Heartless attacked the Mad Badger's Tavern and ran himself into a nest full of half-lit Shieldmaidens!"<br/><br/>"All of Skyhold is in your debt- indeed, my whole kingdom!" It was beginning to get difficult to hear him over the roar of the crowd that had accumulated around them. What little flowers that grew in this climate were thrown, lusty boys and wenches tried to get as close to their heroes as they could.