After having lit up his child with the light of Lathander, Sesto carefully secures it on his arm. There... extra protection never hurts when dealing with dragons, he thought and gracefully jumped down to the next level, where the minions were awaiting further orders. Loklafd would follow shortly. The old ice-hunter wouldn't need any help.
Follow me, he ordered the minions, and protect me. Sesto set off towards Oggsbruff. He couldn't quite see the big troll but it was noisy enough to follow. In the light of his shield, Sesto came up to a icy pillar that was glittering with ice-crusted treasure. Sesto knew better than grabbing treasure in a dragons lair... he had heard too many stories about how protective dragons were of their treasure. And they always seemed to sense when it had been disturbed! There is always time to grab the treasure later, Sesto thought. ...if I survive this, he added as an afterthought.