Randal frowns, looking almost disapprovingly at Islif before moderating his features.  "I scarcely credit that even a Tymoran order would stoop as low as to sell themselves to a dragon.  Taking risks is one thing, but agreeing to be the monster's slaves if the chance was lost?  That is beyond foolish.  It should not have ever been considered!"<br/><br/>He shakes his head, turning to Islif.  "Not that I hold you responsible, Lass.  No, but the creditor who came up with this scheme, and your church that allowed it... they have gone beyond reason in this made wager."  He sighs.  "I apologize if I have insulted your faith... but this seems much worse than mere chance.  I 'wager' that in any case, such a beast as this dragon... a creature typically known for it's inhuman cunning, may have altered 'chance' in it's own favor.  Your wager was most likely, in my opinion, fixed in any case.  But regardless, it shall not stand!"  He turns to the Morninglord, Kelsie, and looks inquiringly at her.  "What say you, Lady Shatterstar?  From the moment I heard of this dragon, I thought to rid our lands of it's scourge, but this news only whets my thirst for justice against it.  Would you wish to accompany me?"<br/><br/>He turns toward Toria, who (he presumes) is still following him.  "And you, m'lady?  You expressed interest in finding this dragon at my side earlier.  If the Lady Shatterstar agrees, we would be three.  Just a few more and I will be satisfied as to our chances of success."