Tyora couldn’t miss the short statements from her friends, well; she considered them friends since they were suffering through this all together.  Other than when one or two times when some were too weak to talk, that is what they had spent their time doing.  Talking.  Though she had kept most of her more intricate plans for escape in her head, and hadn’t told them much about Uuranor than that she had found him, and what he was.  It was kinda interesting to listen to their small statements, though they didn’t sound as defiant as her insolent mouth.<br/><br/>Though as the dark skinned warlock began to speak up, she couldn’t help but fall silent and listen to what she said.<span style="color: green">“Have you ever learned to speak common?”</span>Tyora chided with a light laugh, though with what the woman had been talking about, and the dark energy, Tyora couldn’t help but look up at the skull where her partner was curled up inside to hide.  His glowing eyes were looking right back at her and the group before his voice spoke into her mind.<span style="color: red"><i>“Bonded,  the lady of darkness is correct… there is immense energy of death miles away… but so immense that I can feel it from here.  And then there is… someone with very strong hidden magic… that we are approaching.  I do not want to go near them…”</i></span><br/><br/>Tyora listened and closed her eyes to try seeing if she could passively sense what everyone else was.  What she sensed… all she could tell that it was immense, and bad.  Her magical sense was nowhere near as sensitive as her partner’s senses, or apparently this warlock’s.  she could trust that Uuranor was completely correct.<br/><br/>The small serpent really could sense the magic flooding the air, and how it was all corrupted in one way shape or forms.  In the distance, where the city was.  He could feel the natural magic of nature twisted and deformed but as well as intensely magnified.  Thousands of beings of nature, and magic had died in a completely unnatural way.  It was a disgusting feeling for the Psudo-dragon, a creature of magic.  He didn’t want to go anywhere near that city.  There was another strong magic force that wasn’t natural, but he had no idea what to make of it.  There was something ancient buried beneath something very young and very untrained.  It made no sense to the little serpent.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: green">“I know my friend… even I can feel the death…”</span></i>Tyora muttered under her breath, but knew her partner could hear it fine.  But after that she opened her eyes, and hear the tremble in the voice from Sirka.  Instead of relying to that she looked at the warlock with a glare.  Though she couldn’t help the feeling of fear that hearing confirmation from Uuranor and her own dull senses had picked up.  It even showed through her glare at the woman.<span style="color: green">“So, are you going to let us out so we can end you before whatever that dirty idiot is leading this ship to?”</span>the last way she wanted to die was chained up like a slave on a pirate ship.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>