Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid 1
Quarion has been standing quietly and dispassionately while the others discussed, but now he looks incredulous and angry. "Let the dragon come to us? Do we even know what color this beast is? Do we even know the power of... of this corruption of nature? The only time defending is better than attacking is when you are prepared for your enemy, and usually prepared to fight a war of attrition. Have we anything to defend? Just Feldon and Grenton, two towns of peasants who... what, dig all day? They dig, for the gods' sakes! They will do nothing against a dragon, they will be eaten alive. No, we cannot let the dragon come to us, that would be disastrous. I say... I say we travel to Grenton and stay out of sight, I say we find out more about this dragon and its minions, I say we find out more about it than it finds out about us. I am a worshipper of the forest, of nature, but just because a dragon is not of nature... I know, this does not mean it is weak. We should anticipate the worst. And if the worst is true, we stand no chance against a raging dragon doing what it does best."