The crocodile, upon hearing the Abyssal command, stops dead in its tracks, not daring to move so much as an inch. It still has one clawed foot raised, ready to be placed down, but it does not move, fearing for its pitiful life now that its mistress is not there to protect it.<br/><br/>Her hopes high, Snapdragon looks more pleased, clutching the jewel tightly.<br/><br/>"The Ophanim, yes, perhaps contacting them is a better idea. I'm sure they would be willing to assist one who fights for the light, simply changing the location of one little soul, or at least telling us how we can do it. Do you have the ability to contact other planes, or need we find someone who has that spell?"