Much as Ellisaria dislikes the intimation of weakness, she dislikes being impaled on a mountainside even more. Her human form is simply more subtle, and thus better suited to evading the gronn.
Unfortunately, it is also conveniently sized to be eaten in one gulp by the mirror-faced snake (what) that comes out of literally nowhere.
At least she is alive to be indignant, even if she's no longer in Outland.
She hums. "I think we're mostly pretty social on the Heath but that might be weird selection effects. Dragons like Smaug leave."
"Yeah. And we don't tend to live in big groups because of food problems, but if you've got a place with a lot of magic or a lot of food we won't have that issue, I don't think? And there's networks of story tellers and all who could get the word out about what we're doing to the different bands."
"It might be best to do that before talking to others, in fact. An extra enticement to join our cause."
"Yeah. Lots of people won't really... Believe in our cause? If we're not holding territory."
"At least to tell us who's claiming what. Flying around'll probably give us a better idea of the actual landscape."
"Probably the dwarves have maps. Dunno what the big mannish or elvish kingdoms are."
"A course of action emerges, then. Back to the dwarves to inform them their Bane is dead and to acquire maps. By perusal of those, we learn the disposition of the active political entities and thereby plan which regions are worth inspection."
The dwarves seem to have gathered a significant amount of the gold. There's also some men at the gates, apparently arguing with the dwarves.
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