“Ah, yes, of course,” the Blackscale replies, the hisses and clicks of Draconic disguising the hesitance in the words, for those unfamiliar with the language. “It’s the less-well-trained of the two. Letting it off the leash would be unwise. Besides, something needs to guard the-” his eyes flicker over the sacrificial pit, and on towards the back of the room. Without any apparent concern, he advances towards you, passing beyond the reach of the wolverine’s rusting chain...