"I can't say if it's the same dragon. I've never had a 'run in' with or seen him myself, or I probably wouldn't be here right now," Chrrou answers back to Rihyan without a change in expression. "All I know of him is secondhand, and even that knowledge came first from one of his victims... a message sent by magic means from within the belly of the dragon himself, moments before its sender doubtless went the way of all dragon-food. He didn't have the time to describe the dragon very much-- there were much more important things that he desperately needed to say." The druid shakes his head, the only sign of his own discomfort the especially-tremulous grip his paws keep about his short staff. "But for all you've said, they could well be one and the same. I hope so..."<br/><br/>He pauses briefly, eyes still pointed down the tunnel toward the cave's exit, but his gaze is fixed somewhere beyond there as he finally adds, "If they are, though, it sounds as though your foe and ours are one and the same. This white dragon-- I am told he is called Gyriax," he reflects darkly, "is responsible for this evil season-- and wherever his will is done, there have been demons to aid in carrying it out. Everyone you see here," he murmurs, eyes flitting about the party, "has resolved in one way or another to oppose him."