"WHAT?" the elf yelled back, still cringing from the agonizing pain in her ears and skull (that roar was straight-up unnecessary) and reeling from suddenly being in a very different place. At least the spell had worked... she was pretty sure. Problem with making deals with black dragons is that they aren't particularly trustworthy. Then again, neither were bards, even if Aya did like to think she was a woman of her word.<br/><br/>She caught on when she saw Mirnea, and turned back to the dragon. "OH! OH NO. SHE'S ACTUALLY A FRIEND OF MINE AND I ASSURE YOU, NOT TENDER. THAT ONE'S ALLLL SCAR TISSUE. I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU ENJOY THE TASTE OF DEMON FLESH, HUH?!" The elf shook her head and bopped her own ear, as if to shake the ringing sound out. It only made the searing pain worse and drew a whimper from the moon elf. She started cooking up a Cure Light Wounds while she waited for Big Blacky's reply.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>