Sleeping Dragon Beetlebum

He snorted. Always the one to have a snide comment.
Despite her words, he knew she wouldn't leave unless allowed. If the Ancients fell silent to her, she'd be gone in a heartbeat. Perhaps drawn back if the time was ever right, but it was unlikely.
Krynn was the wind that swept the lands; wild and untameable who followed only set laws. The rest she made herself.
If he knew she thought he was snuggling ​up to her, he'd sooner kick her off the mountain.

Her suggestion was to get rid of him. Then a thought crossed his mind.
Did she think she should be the Chosen One? Was that why she was so dismissive them all these years?
He softly shook his head in dismissal of the thought and her option.
Anyway. Enough sightseeing.
He had work to do.
With that, he stood and moved off to ensure this place was good enough for their needs, and perhaps start a cache.