"It's magic from one o' them new gods..." The grig shrugs, apologetic. "I can't really tell ya how it works, aside from the fact that it seems like it's callin' out for somethin', and that the little snakes seem ta be comin' from your belly..."<br/><br/>"It smells like a mixture of all different kinds of monsters, and makes you smell like a creature in heat." The dragon sniffs again, and bares his teeth. "It's like a curse... it's coming from your pores, and from your sex, and seems a part of you."<br/><br/>The two confer for a second and look back at you.<br/><br/>"There's a biggins holy man at the outpost. He's part o' the reason that the dryads are so angry at th' bigginses, but he's better'n nothing, I'd betcha."<br/><br/>The two take to the air, and land one on each shoulder. You notice that the seem feather-light against your skin.<br/><br/>"We'll come with you, m'dear. There's traps scattered through the area, and we can help you avoid them..."