With a deep groan, Triske began to stir, the last part of the magician's magic finally disappearing, an loud echoing thud reaching down to the dragon's now naturally slumbering consciousness.<br/><br/>He began to try to open his eyes, but afters centuries of darkness, even the dim light that flickered in from the caves entrance caused him discomfort. With a growl of anger, he remembered the incanting magician and allowed his powerful tail to smack into the cave wall, a sign of the dragon's great rage. Despite being weak from lack of use this past millenia, its strength still dislodged some smaller stalactites from the ceiling.<br/><br/>Using his forelegs, he pushed himself up from his uncomfortable position on the floor, his muscles protesting at the strain. Still unable to see anything clearly, he remained still and tried to determine whether he was still alone.<br/><br/>"Magician" he boomed, although his voice was rough, and didn't seem to have its usual resonance "I know not what sorcery you have conjured, but despite my stiffness I will not let you leave this place..."