Poljen says, "We have been thinking if nothing else, if we can get this to fly again, we could fly it over one of their main locations, and drop it on them from a great height. It would be glorious! Ha!" He winks at the woman with the silver hair.
Silas takes a look at the map, then says, "It is called the Well of Dragons. What it is is a gravesite for my kind and Tiamat's children both. A place for those weary of life to come and rest one last time. It is the only place on Faerun considered sacred to both sides, and has been used as a neutral ground on a number of occasions. The treaty between dragonkind that ended the last war was signed there. This would not be the first time the cult has broken tradition as strong as law and profaned that place"
He looks to his companions, "The latent power there would lend itself well to a ritual such as what we're expecting. We should investigate."
Tazskan, looks at Cratol and smiles. "Yes the castle is indeed an invaluable prize. It may get to the stage, where we need to hire mercenaries also."
When Taszkan mentions hiring mercenaries, Ignazio feigns insult. "Tut, tut Taz. Am I not mercenary enough for you? Hire me if you like. I can't imagine finding anyone as refined in these parts." Ignazio gives a mock bow. After straightening, he says "I certainly can't imagine anyone signing on to go to the Well of Dragons." He then addresses the new comers with a sly smile, "What's in it for those so inclined to make the trip? And what kind of trouble should we expect?"
Protanther speaks in response to Ignazio's query, a rather imperious tone to his voice, "There is nothing in it for you, in fact, if we discover that you chose to go there without permission, there would be debate over what manner of penalties should be applied."
Otaaryliakkarnos says, "I am afraid he is correct, you are not permitted to enter those valleys. Let us look into the Well, you've done enough."
Protanther produces a fair sized adamantium lockbox from… somewhere, he certainly couldn't have been concealing it under his clothes, and slowly settles the mask within.
"Curious that the cultists didn't seem to be worried about flying this castle to the Well. Well, you know where we are for a while, if you need us!" Lawrance eyes Protanther's movements, trying to ascertain how the box is hidden, expecting it to be similar to his own spell, newly learned.