Thanking the man with a bow Donner starts to get ready for whatever fight they send at him. He throws the Morningstar and scrolls into their normal spots on his belt and his pack. He places his new wands on his belt holster also but inspects them carefully. The design was excellent as the dagger and just as usful to him. He carefully places the potions inside his pack also but keeps the component pouch in his hand. Last he dons a stylish cloak for extra flare with a matching boots.

Thunder clings to his shoulder the entire time only leaving it once for when he puts the cloak on. The raven caws slightly as they begin to wait a fly around the room in boredom. Thunder lands on one of servers until Donner pulls out some feed to lure him back. Donner sets down and begins to meditate to pass the time.

He was going to win because he was a dragon. Beneath his skin beat the heart of a dragon. He was going to win. But he was going to have to bleed for it, work for it, pay for it. He was going to have to play smart. He was going to have to play the dragon, as swift as one, as strong as one, and with equal might as one. “I will win” Donner whispers but looks at Thunder and rephrases “We will win”