IC:
Caellen slowly rises from his slumber. When he sees the dragon, fear nearly freezes the priest and he scrambles to his feet. The priest gathers his courage, draws his mace and stands his ground as firmly as he can. To himself, he thinks, Death comes to us in the night in the form of this dragon. Pelor save us.

OOC:
grapple a dragon? dunno, man. sounds dangerous.
;)