With the fiends now dispatched, Ramza sheathed his sword. The beasts have been sent to their Maker, and now peace settles once more. Gazing at his comrades, Ramza's looked to Reis with a faint smile. "She is Reis, Mjrn." He answered on the behalf of the dragonkin. "She truly is the one I spoke of. Although, I cannot understand why she's amongst us now." Half-expecting Beowulf to be near, the swordsman glanced towards his right only to see ice and snow.

A deep sigh escaped him as he looked towards Reis again. "I am sorry, but he...he is not here."