"Never was much for bright ideas, to be perfectly honest," the orsimer grumbled quietly, taking a few steps to put her behind and beside the dunmer, her blue eyes wide with... it wasn't fear, but... the closest emotion to fear that Mokaya had ever felt before.<br/><br/>"If one of you can bring it to the ground, or show it something it likes, I can be of great help. But I'm not worth shit with a bow, and I only know a couple spells." The orc concentrated and held up her hands, letting out a slow, deep breath as a humorously weak belch of flame erupted from her fingertips in the dragon's direction. It was nowhere near far-reaching enough to even make the dragon feel warm, and the flow of fire stopped after about six seconds of uselessness. "Uh... yeah. You're gonna have to get him down here." Ironically, for how obnoxious she was, Mokaya was moderately well-spoken for an orc.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>