Schram, the leader of their misfit band of companions thrown together by fate, gathered his troops into a small semicircle as he quietly spoke. "I know it does not seem likely as you look across this glade that our mission has any chance of success. However, remember that the elves and dwarves have nearly twice that number ready to support us at our signal." He paused while he prayed in his mind that this really was the case and the dwarves and elves were actually at the ready. "Furthermore, I will make it appear with a display to make the gods proud that we are in much greater numbers than we actually are. But once again, I am not a fool or a leader to force anyone to their death. The chance of success is not great and if you would rather retreat to Elvinott, then I will harbor no bad feelings and apologize for not being able to accompany you in your return." Fate had brought this group together, now Schram must drive fate to the only solution for their world. Slayne must die and destroy the dragon offensive with him. With Stepha, Jermys, Krirtie, and Fehr, they must free Maldor and all learn the magic stored deep within themselves and the weapons they wield to save their world and realize the Hidden Magic.