No sooner do they begin to step inside, each footstep causing a slightly different tone of the pleasant ringing noise, than a voice echoes throughout the maze.<br/><br/>"I do say, who is entering my hoard? I can see you, but I wish to learn of your names. Please, you have already invited yourselves in, you may as well stay a while and chat, don't you agree? It has been so long since I had a good conversation, ever since my friend chose to vacate and seek out another section of the lair to inhabit as her own. Brass, you know. Oh yes, you find all sorts in here, if you look hard enough. Rumour has it there's one of every kind from this world, and considering you can access the planes from within the deepest parts of the labyrinth, I wouldn't be surprised to find dragons of every kind."<br/><br/>The voice is not only pleasing to the ear, but also contains that low rumble of magnificence within it, speaking in flawless Draconic.<br/><br/>"So, how about that chat?"