Drunk on the succulent meat from the dragons heart, Chadwick looks at you each in turn. With a dire expression: "I was meant for this- we were meant for this." He takes another sip from the dragon-blood filled goblet. "I would hunt these creatures until age kills me or they do." This possibility has a saddening effect in Briars eyes. "If my instincts are correct I believe the cult is causing a resurgence with the dragons of the north. Therefore I avow to you eight, my blood- that I devote my favored enemy to be dragon-kind in any and all forms!"