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