As the blade glinted against the attacker's throat, a voice sounded, but it was not that of Loam's attacker.
'I told him not to try to sneak up on you.' Loam smiled as he recognised the voice of his firstborn son, and only other child besides Gorod. Lumen was referring to his Uncle Tim, whom Loam was holding the blade to.
The three of them looked at each other, then Uncle Tim - who was actually the godfather of Lumen and Gorod - spoke.
'Resa told us of the quest you were embarking upon. We're here to assist you in any way we can.'
'We're going to hunt the dragons down and slay them all for what they've done to our family. Gorod did nothing to deserve this.' His voice broke as tears welled in his eyes. 'They will pay.'
Loam took all this in, then said, 'Look, this is going to be dangerous. I don't want either of you to get hurt. Especially you, Lumen. If... If Gorod is... Then I don't want to risk losing you too, alright?'
Lumen and Uncle Tim, tears in both of their eyes, looked at each other, then back to Loam, who said, 'I know you have the best intentions, but this is something I need to do alone.'
There was a silence as Loam waited for Tim and Lumen to leave him to his task, but neither of them budged. Eventually, Lumen spoke up.
'Father, we are accompanying you to the end of the earth, if that is what it takes to get Gorod back.'
'We'll find him, and we'll find him alive. I promise,' Tim promised.
The three of them looked over the cliff to The Firebreath Path, and beyond it, Darkrok Mountain. They knew what they had to do. They knew that doom awaited them. They knew that they risked the task taking their lives.
It was up to the three of them now.