Thergan watches the little ball of flame streak towards them, having seen such things before he knew what was about to happen. He instinctively drew his wings up to protect his vital areas, just at the moment of the blast, he was still singed but everything vital was intact. We are rusty, we should have known better than that
“The phylactery could be anything, I doubt it is around here.” Thergan says to those around him, “His body can be destroyed, he will just reform in 24hrs.”
We can’t fight it up there, I am the only one who can reach it and it will rip me apart. Thergan heads for the remains of the keep, the only shelter around.
“Hey! Bonehead!” Thergan yells at the dragon in draconic, “I hope you brought a new hoard! We enjoyed spending the last one!”