"gar... What?" the dragon managed to say before his maw was shut yet again and they sipped a brown cloth bag over his face. Once the bag was on his face he felt a shift of weight which made him push against the gargoyles with his force. Muffled freaking out came from the dragon trying to get the bag off. He unhappily struggled trying to resist the gargoyles trying to force their master down to the dungeon. As the lizard and human fought the dragon fought to get out of his ropes tieing him. He struggled with little strength he had left and fire blasted out the cloth holding every now and then as they slowly forced him closer. "Live well..." he got to be quite hearably.