There's the sound of a smack. "But I didn't-" a lizard whimpers, till the works are cut off by the sound of a still more brutal blow...<br/><br/>"I can't believe the mess you made us made," another voice complains.<br/><br/>"We've started so we<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>to finish," you hear a voice you recongnise as the Priestess, followed by something indestinct you can't quite make out... "but the rest of you get out there and see if they need help." There's the sound of blackscales struggling to break out of their own blockage, "except for you," she snaps. "You can stay here until you've cleaned up this mess." She pauses, and when she continues, there's a smile in her voice. "If there's a tasty, pretty girl among the warmblood<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>she's still alive, bring her in - I could use a<span style="font-style: italic">snack</span>."<br/><br/>Within moments, the blackscales will have cleared their own barricade and re-entered the atrium. If you want to do something, now's the moment...