[It was obvious that Hvitserk really didn't like Ubbe's answers, swishing his lips disapprovingly. On the other hand, he'd made no attempt to move back down the tunnel towards the 'dragon'. The thought of arguing with Ubbe made him feel conflicted, especially now that the initial surge adrenaline and excitement had subsided.]

... If our mother's stories are to be believed, then dragon slaying is in our blood. [He wet his lips, body language and tone projecting that he was backing down before he actually said anything.] But... now we know where it is. Perhaps we can come back for it later...