"Our enemies wish us to despair, to ask of what use our ancient forges will serve if there be no new dragon riders to outfit." A new voice chimed in. "The will of the High Elves is adamant, and the strength of many nations have journeyed here to fight alongside the Shining Guard. If Vaul's Anvil has fallen we will wrest it from the grasp of our dark kin. Then shall the Dragonhorn sound through Caledor once more, calling the Dragons from their slumber!" The eager words were spoken with the assured arrogance of a Prince of Caledor.

"And what if we fight through to your beloved Caledor and find our cousins have slain the last of the Dragons, Endhil? What then?"

The young Prince considered the question but for a moment before replying. "I do not believe our greedy kin will have been granted the time needed to discover all of the secret places within Caledor. Should such an unlikely event come to pass, I shall beg the commander to allow my brothers to outfit themselves as they see fit from whatever armor remains in the secret places, and we shall set our horses toward the coast."