The demon cultists had been spending quite a bit of time trying to quell the panic in the city, though a number of them had ended up captured by the demons, as well, inadvertently. Nevertheless, their leader seems to have gotten the message from Draiss, and was waiting for his direction, on when they could take over.<br/><br/>The dragons glower, and the youngest ones try to even resist his commands, but a few moments of writhing in agony from the collars have them all down in their luscious humanoid forms, a mix of humans and elves, their hair colors the only way to identify their original color, now, ranging from slim, pale elves, to dusky skinned, voluptuous human women. The brass was closer to the latter; her skin had a darker, tanned color to it, though she was in good shape, her hair a deep, brassy color, down past her shoulders, wavy and shiny.