"I trust Manzorian will be able to handle her Zarina," I reply. "And if not, well, I'll know where to find her," I say as I wipe the dragon's blood from my blade with a scrap of cloth from my cloak with a knowing look, carefully storing the bloodied rag in a pouch.

"Are there any useful items on the bodies?" I ask. "If not we should see what we can find in their den."