The orb followed them, hovering just beside Jerrar's head as he moved down the tunnel.  He too heard the sweeping sound and his imagination created the worst of possibilities (not to mention the most impossible). He imagined a large, toothy jawed beast with a furry tail that swept across the floor as it wobbled around blindly.  Then it turned into a demon, whose wings drug along the ground as it walked forever lost in the tunnels. Before Jerrar knew it, he was imagining a blood thirsty zombie gryphon, the one he had battled earlier, back for revenge. As they walked on, the sound got considerably louder and Jerrar getting a bit jumpy.<br/><br/>Though soon a figure came across their path in the intersection of four tunnels. The figure was long and serpentine, with dusty brown scales and dark brown eyes. A whitened mane flowed down his spine and wrapped around his head to form a white beard and sideburns. The figure stopped sweeping the dirt floor with a human looking broom and let a wild looking smile cross his face. Jerrar would have instantly recognized this as the earth dragon, but the fact that he was hardly taller than a human, as he was standing on his rear limbs with a hunched back and a broom in his front claws. His thick tail held him balanced in this position as he eyes the two visitors with two old eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000">"You early."</span>He said, his voice old with a southern sort of accent.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF4000">"Y-you knew we were coming?"</span>Jerrar questioned, not sure what else to say.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000">"No, but I figure you was early, 'cause I weren't finished cleanin' up. Norm'ly I'd have dis place in tip-top shape, but I been gittin' lazy lately, lettin' her git all dusty."</span>He replied patting the wall beside him.