"Oh, where are my manners? This is Flamescar -- er, Falmykazar -- Faleezabar -- whatever." Aya spoke up, gesturing to the dragonet still lingering on her shoulder. "We have a temporary truce. He won't eat us, and I'm gonna try to help him get out of this place. He's also been very helpful, took down a retriever. Well, him and Mirnea."<br/><br/>"But! How did you do?" the elf tossed herself forward, throwing her arms around Gajol and hugging her gently, minding her wounds. Mirnea was nice, but... a little spooky. It was nice to see a friendly and familiar face in this place of horrors and riddles.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>