While Adrien was defying his father's orders, the entire population of the village was in the Great Hall in the act of talking about a strategy to take down the dragon raids.

The Great Hall itself was a large room carved out of the mountain peak that loomed over the village with wooden columns, wrapped in thick metal bands at different heights of them, holding up the ceiling. The stone walls of the mountain were smoothed over and engraved with intricate dragon carvings, with wooden benches and tables surrounding a large thick stone-rimmed fire pit, currently topped off with wooden planks to make up a tabletop, that took up most of the space in the main hall. Above the fire pit was a giant gold statue of a dragon being impaled by a sword through its chest, hung underneath a large skylight that let in natural light. So the fire pit wasn't the only light source in the space, the skylight could be opened and closed at any time, while viking totems lined the pathway from the giant oak doors towards the fire pit, adding a foreboding feeling to those who walked past them.

"Either we finish them, or they'll finish us! It's the only way we will be rid of them," Gabriel exclaimed as all of the villagers surrounded the fire pit, while Gabriel stood at the head as he addressed the village. As he spoke, he unrolled a map on the tabletop, and placed a dagger on the right side of it to hold it down.

The map showed the island of Miraculous, as well as a fair amount of the ocean too. But at the top left corner of the paper, was a group of clouds right in front of a small island tucked in the corner of the map, with drawings of dragons on top of them. That was made to represent the dragon's nest, from where the raiding dragons resided in and the topic of the meeting that was currently taking place.

"If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave," the chief concluded as he grabbed the dagger he placed on the map.

"They'll find another home!" Gabriel exclaimed, right before he plunged the dagger right into the table, sitting right in the middle of the clouds in front of the island where the nest was.

"One more search, before the ice sets in," the chief suggested as he let go of the dagger and looked around the hall at the other vikings there.

"Those ships have never come back," A viking in the back of the hall pointed out, feeling very cautious about what Gabriel was proposing.

"We're vikings. It's an occupational hazard," Gabriel remarked in an effort to try to convince the others to join him on his search.

"Now who's with me?!" He asked the vikings in the hall, hoping that there would be a few to join him. But nobody stepped up and muttered to themselves about being opposed to the idea. At their silence, Gabriel decided to pull the strategy he always used to get them to change their minds.

"All right. Those who stay will look after Adrien," Gabriel slyly decided. Immediately everyone raised their hands in agreement with his plan, ready to join him.

"Aye. That's more like it," Gabriel muttered to himself. Once the matter was settled, everyone started filing out of the Great Hall, leaving only Gorilla sitting on one of the wooden benches, drinking out of his tanker arm attachment as it was filled with ale, alongside Nathalie. After taking a swig, the blacksmith wiped his mouth and turned to Gabriel as Nathalie did too.

"Right. I'll pack my undies," Gorilla decided as he stood up from his seat, only to earn a smack to his arm from Nathalie. She didn't need to hear about him packing his... unmentionables out loud. But their attempts to stand up from the bench were halted as Gabriel started to walk towards them.

"No, I need you and Nath to stay and train some new recruits," Gabriel said as the two sat back down, quickly followed by Gabriel as he sat down on the bench, right next to Gorilla as Nathalie sat on the blacksmith's left.

"Oh, perfect. And while we're busy, Adrien can cover the stall," Nathalie remarked as she turned her attention to Gabriel as he looked down at the floor as she spoke, while all the other villagers walked out.

"Molten steel, razor-sharp blades, lots of time to himself. What could possibly go wrong?" Gorilla rhetorically asked Gabriel, before he took another swig of ale as the doors to the Great Hall closed shut with a loud thud, the sound echoing through the large room.

"Oy, what am I going to do with him? Any suggestions, you two?" Gabriel groaned out in exhaustion as he faced his friends. A second after Gorilla swallowed the swig he took, he and Nathalie exchanged a look and turned back to face Gabriel while he stared at the floor in contemplation.

"Put him in training with the others," Nathalie suggested, answering the chief's question with the answer she and Gorilla silently agreed on. But that wasn't what Gabriel wanted to hear, because at the mention of dragon training he raised his head to face Gorilla and Nathalie in shock.

"No, I am serious," Gabriel emphasised, not wanting to have Adrien getting hurt during the training.

"So are we," Gorilla replied, trying to get Gabriel to see that it was the best option.

"He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage," Gabriel catastophised, trying to think of a good reason to not let Adrien go through with dragon training.

"Oh, you don't know that," Nathalie dismissed with a wave of her arm while Gorilla turned back to his tankard of ale.

"I do know that, actually," Gabriel disagreed, unintentionally stating a soft-spoken disagreement between the three of them.

"No, you don't," Nathalie argued as she turned her body to face Gabriel, despite being blocked by Gorilla's body, who still did not take his gaze from his ale.

"No, actually, I do know that," Gabriel continued, still disagreeing with his two friends.

"No, you don't," Gorilla exclaimed, finally taking his gaze off of his ale to turn and face Gabriel, trying to get him to see reason... it didn't work.

"Listen, you two know what he's like," Gabriel said as he got up from the bench and started to walk towards the back wall near the bench.

"From the time he could crawl, he's been... different," the chief started to regal as he started to walk around the area where the bench wass. Gorilla took the opportunity to turn back to his tankard while he and Nathalie were still listening to Gabriel as he talked.

"He doesn't listen. He has the attention span of a sparrow," Gabriel listed off as he reached the wall behind the bench the three of them were sitting on. Speaking of the other two adults, as Gorilla was taking another swig of ale, a piece of metal that acted in the role of one of his front teeth popped right out of his gum line, and into his tankard. Right after it popped out, Gorilla poked at the empty area with his tongue while Nathalie attempted to stop herself from chuckling at his folly, right before the blacksmith peeked into the tanker to see if his lost tooth fell into it.

"I take him fishing and he goes hunting for... for Kwami's!" Gabriel exclaimed, adding emphasis to the word 'Kwami's'.

"Kwami's exist!" Gorilla and Nathalie shouted, taking their focus from retrieving the metal tooth and using his tankard to point at Gabriel, as they turned to face him to add emphasis to their claim.

"They steal your food," Gorilla remarked as he continued, pulling his tankard towards his chest.

"But only sweets, cheese, certain fruits, and that awful soybean concoction the Dupain-Chengs made that one time. What's with that?" Nathalie wondered, looking up at the ceiling as she pondered why Kwami only took certain types of food. Her pondering didn't last long before she and Gorilla turned back around to the table as Gorilla leaned his arm onto the benchtop to retrieve his tooth from the tankard.

"When I was a boy..." Gabriel started, recalling his boyhood as he leaned against one of the support pillars, while staring at the floor beneath him.

"Oh, here we go," Gorilla and Nathalie sighed, exasperated by the story Gabriel was about to tell for probably the millionth time. Gorilla then reached into his tankard to try and get his tooth out, but failed on the account of his hand being too big.

"...my father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it," Gabriel regaled as he stopped leaning against the pillar, curled his hand into a fist and gently banged it against the pillar as he told his story. Meanwhile Nathalie decided to help Gorilla by pulling the tankard towards her, and reached into it despite the remaining ale inside.

"I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him," the chief continued as he started walking towards another wall near them. At the same time, Nathalie finally got the tooth out of the tankard, and gave it to Gorilla who immediately held it between his fingers to inspect it for damage.

"And do you know what happened?" Gabriel asked the others, turning in their direction as he asked his friends.

"You got a headache," Gorilla rhetorically asked, even though he and Nathalie knew the answer from the previous times Gabriel told this story, while he looked up at the ceiling in exasperation.

"That rock split in two," Gabriel said as he walked behind Gorilla and Nathalie, walking past him as the blacksmith was happy to see his tooth had no damage. He then placed it back into his mouth, and used the bottom of his tankard to tap it in further into his gum line before rolling his jaw a few times to make it settle in.

"It taught me what a viking could do, guys," the chief explained as he reached the wall he was walking towards and turned to avoid it, but continued walking along the wall as he spoke.

"He could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas," Gabriel exclaimed as he turned to face Gorilla and Nathalie as they were still sitting on the bench, excitement filling his voice. But it dulls down a bit as he walks back to the bench his two friends were sitting on.

"Even as a boy, I knew what I was..." the chief said as he sat back in the same place he had been before he started his venting.

"...what I had to become," Gabriel continued, staring at the floor as he spoke.

"Adrien is not that boy." he said as he turned to face Gorilla and Nathalie as they looked down at the table top.

"You can't stop him, Gabriel," Gorilla stated, looking away from the table and facing his friend.

"You can only prepare him." the blacksmith continued while Gabriel sighed at the thought and slightly turned to face Gorilla and Nathalie better.

"We know it seems hopeless," Nathalie assured in her attempt to try and get Gabriel to see reason.

"But the truth is that you aren't always going to be around to protect him," the weapons specialist remarked as she turned to face the chief, as much as she could with Gorilla in her way, while she and Gorilla continued.

"She's right. Eventually, he's going to get out there again," Gorilla agreed as he pointed his tankard at Gabriel while he conveyed his point.

"Heck, he's probably out there now," the blacksmith theorised, not knowing how right he was, while Gabriel finally made his decision.