[ Meric struck him with distraction, and he glanced at Cain speculatively. The man looked like he could barely hold himself up, and the smear of ash gave him the air of a devotee of strange gods, a supplicant whose petition was failing. That spell had been foolish without a Bond, Aymeric decided, following Cain's gaze. He shouldn't have suggested it.

When he heard the cry, a velvety sardonic note entered his voice. ]

Ah. That changes things.

[ This was familiar. Not familiar enough for certainty, and the edge of a forest was not an ideal place to lure even a dragon, but Cain was right: they were idiots, and they had no bow. He drew his sword smoothly. ]

Unless you've another plan, I shall draw it out, and pray that it is foolish enough to come close. You will stay here, under cover.