Everyone was gathered around Noira's hand, having made peace with the dragon and having decided that Wolfram's new form was much too fast for them to catch.
"I'm happy to say it isn't of Belendar's making," said Bundle. "I think it may even be from before his time."
"Huh," Axbrand said simply. "That gift Will gave me ain't done a thing for me yet."
"These things take time," said Noira.
"Can I try yer ring? Might work."
She pulled her hand away, "No!" She paused. "I mean, umm..."
"Ax," began Bundle, "I don't think it'll work on anyone else."
"Damn," said the butcher.
"It may have an adverse effect of some sort. There's always a price to pay," warned Bundle.
"I'll keep that in mind," said Noira, running a hand along the edge of one folded wing.
"Let's go visit this Oracle," said Williard. "If we can't catch Wolfram again, then I think we're better off doing what we came here to do."
"Right," said Bundle, pulling himself to his feet.
Axbrand was puzzled, "Which tower do we take?"
"The two of us? Let me think," said Bundle, before turning to Williard who was helping Noira onto her feet. "Are you two okay to fly?"
"Hmmm," said Williard as he looked up at the mountain top.
"The tower has balconies," Bundle pointed out. "It's probably the safest route. Less creatures. Safer resting. And more direct."
"Then I think we can manage it," said Noira. Turning to Will, "Shall we?"
"We shall," he said, then kissed her on the forehead.