He stared at the men, immediately guessing what happened. They had moved the stone block, triggering a trap of some kind, which was causing the eruption. They were raiders, which meant he could kill them. "They are responsible for the eruption. Sadly, we have little time to talk."<br/><br/>He pointed at the leader, and whistled loudly to get their attention. "Stop or fight."<br/><br/>Even as he spoke, he kept an ear out for a certain set of noises, ones that would be similar to ones he had heard only twice before, but still haunted his nightmares. If he heard anything like a dragon's shrill screech of rage, they were killing the raiders, and fleeing, preferably at the same time. Only one kind of dragon would find this environment a good spot for a lair, and an enraged red was NOT a good audience for pitching deals.