"Good? Sure," she replies, as she shifts back to dragon form. "If you consider alerting the countryside, and any magic user, in miles, to our exact location, and, judging from my senses, apparently opening a tiny tear to the Plane of Fire in the middle of one of those craters. Though it might have already been there, explaining the power of the blast."<br/><br/>She launches herself into the air, and begins soaring after the trolls, before returning a few minutes later. "Fleeing without even tearing down the camp. Everything there's still intact, including the captives, and they're high tailing it almost due north."