Ancalagon grabs his side, and leans against Shyrath, gasping. After catching his breath, he responds, "Not only yes, but hell yes. She will definitely be useful. And no problems, I would not have wanted to get in the way either. And if you still feel bad about, I am sure an intelligent, beautiful female suchas yourself can think of something to ease her conscious."<br/><br/>Pulling out the wand, he uses a pair of charges from his wand again, and sighes as the ribs realign and mend, and the bruises fade. He then reaches over and strips the minotaur of her possessions, so as to reduce her combat effectiveness, and to keep them for study later.<br/><br/>Ancalagon gently rubs his mate's neck, before disappearing into the opening, muttering about the stupidity of people, making their doors so big that a great wyrm red dragon could get through without any problems.<br/><br/>[CCW = 24, 22]