Gemma nodded her head at what Veleda said. If people didn't figure out the murderer, if they survived, they could still go home. It would make sense then to work together. She frowned at the succubus. She would prove to be dangerous. The next time her spells might not go as bad. Gemma wasn't even sure what to think of the Jester. He was an odd fellow. He'd probably kill someone with a giant grin on his face. As much as she and angel had gotten off on the wrong foot, Gemma realized she needed him. She wanted to get home, back to her treasure horde and her mate. Surely he'd want to get home too.<br/><br/>She didn't wait to see what Mal, her pet, the mechanic, and the female soldier decided to do. When Ghaleon took off running, Gemma ran after him. They had woke up in the same room, they were partners. They could work together and both get home. It didn't take the dragon turned human long to realize she hated this body. Obviously, the gods had changed her form to make things are more equal playing field. She hated that she was panting and wished she had her wings right now. In her true form, she would have eaten the creepy jester and set Mal on fire along with her favorite god. Gemma wiped sweat from her forehead, when she saw Ghaleon go up the tree. She stopped, hunched over a little to catch her breath. Dragons flew, they didn't run and didn't need to catch their breath. Being a weak human sucked. She looked up the tree at Ghaleon.<br/><br/>"Hey, I don't like you and you don't like me, but let's work together!"<br/><br/>Gemma suggested to him. She looked over her shoulder and right now it seemed they were alone.<br/><br/>"You heard the female, even if we don't discover the murderer and get the prize, if we live, we go home. Don't you want to go home?"