When Aya made her offer, the dragon took an expression of contemplation. She was right, after all; he wanted out of this hellhole as soon as possible, and with what aid he could receive from this elf, there was a chance that they just might make it. At first, he was not exactly appreciative of her hand being laid on his snout, and made a huff through his nose- it downright<i>reeked</i>of phosphorus- but with the rest of her enticing words came a bit of ease. With the powerful aura that exuded from him, Aya would feel it herself, a wave of relief and willingness washing over her along with whatever else may have been going through her head at the time.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes for a moment, the massive black dragon then laid down, his body as outstretched and laid flat as far as the room would allow. He said trustingly lifting a wing to give Ayariel sufficient room to remove the gruesome hook, "<span style="color: olive">By my flesh, bone and breath, you have my word that I will not so much as lay a claw upon you, should you uphold your end of this bargain.</span>"<br/><br/>He opened one eye, just for a second, to make contact with Aya's own. "<span style="color: olive">I am certain that you recognize the likelihood of this truce lasting no longer than our mutual troubles being settled. Should we meet again, do not think that it will be on such peaceful terms.</span>" When his words were finished, the dragon settled and closed his eyes, bracing himself for what pain was sure to come.<br/><br/>As Mirnea was able to recover from the fatigue of her rather macabre form of spellcasting, she was also able to discern what was extraplanar and what was not. The hallway, unfortunately, held no signs of anything that seemed any more unnatural than the fact that the place was made by men. The doors themselves were made of a heavy, dark wood, likely to be oak, and reinforced with flat bands of iron. They were decorated quite grimly, a shape resembling the face of a horned devil being the door handle, a ring dressed to be the devil's lower jaw hanging from it to be the part to grip.<br/><br/>Though she was not able to find anything else more distinct, Mirnea would be able to get a sort of... feeling from the door to her left. The air about it was not hostile, but neither was it friendly. There was something about it that seemed to empathically tell the blood magus that whatever it was that was behind the door, it was most definitely important.<br/><br/>Though the demon did not move, the glabrezu was obviously further irritated and enraged by the nerve of the tiefling and the priestess. Again, the priestess was right, and her words, those damnable,<i>damnable</i>words, that they were said so openly in front of him only insulted the creature. "<span style="color: brown">In the Godbird's name, I will have you. Be it now, be it within days, be it not for <i>years</i>, I will <i>not</i> be denied,</span>" he grumbled, and though his words were feral and powerful, they were not especially loud.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>