Jelde shrugged and grinned lopsidedly to indicate he knew no more about why the visiting Tymorans were going on about a dragon. "Maybe they also let in stray cat I saw earlier...at least they didn't bring the dragon here!" He rubbed his overlarge (but not classically masculine or handsome) chin at Randal's latter question, "Hmm...nothing beyond the usual maladies-about-town...I daresay banditry's on a sharp rise since Azoun's death but there seems no particular stretch of road where one might expect them, and I know of no bases to root them out from..."<br/><br/>Just then his aforementioned acolyte Iseel, striking, blonde, and perhaps half Jelde's age, wafted down the hall past the two Lathanderi men. She glanced, perhaps unconsciously, at Jelde but then her eyes lingered a moment longer than one might casually expect on Randal, until the girl blinked, turned away and, as if suddenly self-aware, hurried down the hall.<br/><br/>Jelde smiled slyly and then gave Randal a large toothy grin. "No...I think your mettle would be wasted here at the moment; if anyone has the heart or arm to slay a dragon, 'tis you, I say embark upon it, and Lathander's light go with you!"