I sense something in the air, not sure what, as I continue to appoach Arkain, concern written on my face  when you cough, not sure what to say as I look over to the new dragon.  As if by cue a voice in my head tells me its a trap, every being who is able to read minds or sense magic hears it but also can clearly tell it is not my on thoughts, in reaction I pull out the medalion I wore earlier and put it on, the voice dissipitating from my mind.  I look down in shame of this.