Sandy bit his lip, thinking hard. If Simmer succeeded, he could be court martialed for what he was about to do. Of course, if Simmer won, they'd have bigger problems to worry about. "...wait right here. I think I can help." He sprinted up the stairs, and moments later, trotted down much, much slower, carrying a glowing bottle. He gingerly set it down on the table and pushed it to Gwyn. "That there is filled with dragon fire, set to go to the princesses. If you think you can re-jigger it to send it to Grills...you can have it."