Mimir straightened up, seeing at that moment the gravity of the situation. He asked Raggan to pass him his whip and marched urgently out of his room to the dragon pen. Some of the younger dragons were held in a large cave just a few hundred yards from Mimir's quarters. When Mimir opened the door to see what was going on, he was confronted by quite a sight. The young wyverns were darting and circling around, pacing as if ready to escape. Some were shooting fireballs for sport. Mimir and Raggan were only protected by a metal cage surrounding the pen, but there were signs of damage from bite marks and claw marks. Mimir had seen nothing like it. They would escape any moment unless they could be settled.