Sleeping Dragon Beetlebum

The man chuckled low at her words. Still the Krynn he knew.
It had been a while.
"I'd always pegged you to be one to turn tail on the bloodline should it fall apart."
He ever so slightly touched his shoulder to hers. The only affection he showed to his bloodline.
"I'm glad to be proven wrong for once."
He gave his half-sister a wicked grin. Af if he would be the one sniffing around the wrong herbs.

He stood, looking out at the world before them. Silent.
Somewhere, Preist was. Zafina...a slim possibility. He sighed softly only to heave in the air. This land was good. Fertile.
Not the land of the Ancients, but the new land. The one where the Ancients had told him to come. He'd followed their directions and they brought him here.
To this mountain.
He was certain, now Krynn was here, that the rest will follow the directions too. This was where their legacy would rise again.
"Where are the rest?"
She was the first he'd seen and she'd probably been here longer. He looked to her now to read her face. You could tell what one was thinking just by their face.