Upon receiving news about the Western Approach, Michel was grateful for the distraction. For now he'd done all that he could for the Emprise. The Approach was...different territory entirely, a place that could be harsh on the body if one wasn't careful. And then there was the dragon circling over their heads, some seemed to be intimidate by this, but Michel was not. Not yet.

It didn't stop him from striding up next to someone who was with Charlemagne, a cream colored stallion with a dark mane and tail, well cared for. He'd seen Cade, but they had never spoken, but now seemed a good time, "I would not worry...right now we're not a threat...if we were the dragon would have let us know this by now. It's peacocking."

The most reassurance Michel could give, he's seen dragons put on displays just to let the unwanted know what and where their domain was and to keep their distance.