Vormitraax leads diligently the group, marching forwards with the new sword resting on his shoulder. The frontal position is quite more natural for him - being a lone wolf for most time, he's not used to be in the middle of a group, and it feels much more<span style="font-style: italic">knightly </span>to take the most dangerous position and protect those behind. Also, not having to see so many<span style="font-style: italic">...interesting</span>creatures swaying before him. It was quite distracting, and Lady Felicity surely wouldn't be pleased if her loyal knight began to eat her dear companions ...<br/>When the human girl reveals the Dwarven secret passage, he can't help but exclame<span style="color: #BF0000">"INGENIOUS INDEED. VERILY, THY ARTFULNESS PROVETH MOST PRECIOUS FOR THIS QUEST."</span>For a moment he gazes back at the other ladies of the group, wondering about each one's special talents - but it lasts only for a moment, as he soon has to take back his first position in the line.<br/><br/>When Bella takes the lead, the dragon  glances quickly at Felicity, then mutters nodding<span style="color: #BF0000">"AS THOU BIDDEST, LADY BELLA"</span>. Paying the proper attention, one might easily notice how the dragon stiffenend since that moment. It's not much for some kind of pride - rather, it could be the hardship to endure such a dainty little treat fluttering right before his eyes. Also, her flattering comments always seem to shake him a little - the big monster isn't<span style="font-style: italic">exactly </span>used to flattering.<br/><br/>...  Vormitraax reacts with unsuspected promptness as he suddendly finds himself in an unexpectedly large castle hall - he quickly dashes in front of Bella hissing and wielding his sword, as expecting an immediate ambush, and roars to the empty room -<span style="color: #BF0000">"WHAT IS THIS FOUL WITCHCRAFT?"</span><br/>He remains in a frightful, battle-ready stance for a while - not the posture a knight would adopt, his back arched with the many spikes sticking out visibly, the tail flailing nervously, the sword serrated in one hand while the other tense, exposing the sharp claws as an animal ready to strike. This fierce, panting monster is amost unrecognisable as the bulky but rather dull creature that accompanied you from Port Arthur, as instinct has momentarily taken control over discipline.<br/>It takes several moments for him to decide there's no imminent threat, and  it would be more profitable to examine the situation. Snorting, he strides heavily up to the statue, and looks carefully at it, the posture, the dress, the pedestal, the plaque...<span style="color: #BF0000">"BE WARNETH, MINE LADYSHIPS,"</span>he declares, returning at least partially to his previous self. With a visible frown, he mumbles and grunts to himself for a little while, then retrocedes a couple of steps and, pointing his sword at the alluring figure,<span style="color: #BF0000">"ART THOU VERILY STONE? I HEARTILY DOUBT IT. REVEAL THYSELF, FIEND. IF THOU SEEKETH WARMTH, THOU SHALT SPEAK TRULY."<br/></span>