The smell was nauctious, but she just had to assume he knew what he was doing and where he was going. She tried to breathe as little as possible without passing out and took his advice not to look down. He led her through the tunnels for what seemed like a long while before he turned to her and spoke.<br/><br/>"I am Rosa Liluit, the Italian dragon." She said, smiling. "Though in all reality I am not a true dragon. But that is what the people knew me as. Your headache might be either from the fumes, or it could just as easily be how closely related our species are. You are a basilisk, kin to dragons. I am a dragon." She wasn't quite sure how else to explain it. She had shared her cave with whyrms and basilisks alike during her many years of hiding, but had never come across one like her, a were-creature.