I sighed and looked at the Bowman as we looked over the desolation of the dragon. Dawn was turning the sky a pale grey, and the burnt wood of the buildings and homes still smoked and smoldered. "I am truly sorry about your home." I said softly. Bard put a hand on my shoulder. "We need the aid of your people if we are to live through the winter. The dwarves will not give up their gold." I moved a strand of hair away from my face. "I will bring help to your people." I replied.