She nods, and heads back downstairs.

Neither Russet nor Thorin follow her down.

Then she has no particular inducement to stay longer. She leaves the town directly.

And mostly for her own private amusement, changes back to her natural shape once she's about five hundred yards out, launching into the sky to fly back to the mountain.

Brisingr circles up to meet her, wings flashing.

"Hi!" she shouts. "How'd it go?"

"Well enough. The dwarf leader takes his responsibilities seriously and is not easily intimidated. The mountain will be in good hands."

Barrel roll. "That's good!"

"Are we gonna stay until the wizard gets here?"

"Until the dwarves arrive, at least. We'll see how crowded things get."

"Maybe I can do all the socializing for you," she teases.

"They may decide they like the idea of dragons on their side more than actual dragons."

"I'm pretty sure I'm charming enough."

"Let us hope we do not have to test that confidence."

Laugh. "You don't think I'm charming?"

"My opinion is somewhat beside the point."

"Well, if you really want to avoid an inhabited mountain, we can leave when the dwarves come, I guess."

"I wish to avoid a needless fight, more than that."

She circles for a landing and then shrugs. "Fair enough."

"We have other enemies to spend our energies on."

Grin. "And better ones, too."

"Indeed."

She flops, a bit. "Possible allies is nice, too."

"They will not be of much immediate help, I think. I counted only thirteen."

"Well, they probably know things about the world I don't, at least. I couldn't tell you who any of the leaders around here are, for one," she says with a shrug.

"We shall see when they arrive."

"I suppose..." She puts her head on her paws.