"Well... technically, Mirnea, you weren't there," Aya let out a small giggle as she lazily opened her eyes, continuing to play but quieting her song just enough that she could be heard over it. The notes began to "play off" her narration, almost like a musical.<br/><br/>"It was dark... I was alone, and confused. The very stones around me told me to turn back, but I didn't know where back was. I had to find the others, get to them, help them... and hope that they could help me.<br/><br/>"I went into a room I'd been before -- the one where we first found you, Mirnea, and Elta. I figured, we'd already cleared it, right? It was safe. I was wrong. There, before me, stood this enormous beast, with eyes of fire and breath of venom, a tongue that could sever the head of kings!"<br/><br/>She was getting into the story now. It was pretty clear. "I knew that there was no way I could fight past this glorious creature, this dragon... but I noticed something that could help us both. For holding him fast, keeping him in this room of fetid death, was a length of enchanted chain. Faleemazar the Mighty was being KEPT by the demons here, like a common watchdog! Obviously, this was unacceptable.<br/><br/>"I made my draconic superior a deal. I would use my own magical powers -- surely meager in comparison to his own -- to disenchant the locks that were holding him there, freeing him from this place. In return, he ensured safety from a surely gruesome death at his scythe-like claws. We escaped together -- that's when we ran into Mirnea. He has shown great character, great courage, resisting his primal urges and assisting us in our quest, slaying the creatures that enslaved him in his own quest for freedom!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>