A rumbling voice fills the cave, though he hears it clearly in his mind, at the same time the voice speaks aloud. "Versutior. Ego multum expectant a vobis, et vos non confundit." The large head shifts, slightly, and he can see the massive maw, level with the floor, including fags that look as long as his forearm, judging from what he can see of them.<br/><br/>After a moment, the dragon speaks again, this time in English. "i am pleased to see that you have arrived, Chosen One. I trust your journey has not been too arduous?"