He smirked at her summary, before shrugging. "Pretty close, though it wasn't 'suspect they don't care for' but 'know' and I have no idea who Meridia is referring to about injuries. I got winged once, and am doing fine in that respect. Magic? I am used to being in a constant state of pain from its overuse.<br/><br/>Odds? I would call them stacked. Though in whose favor is anyone's guess. Though the good news is that everything that is in the area, that I know about, has been dealt with."<br/><br/>He said that, and then very clearly winced before reaching up and rapping his knuckles on the top of his head three times. "And on that note, I am gonna go and make sure the undead got burned. I suspect Meridia has some comments for you, and you have some for her. So the dead weight enforcing a situation of niceness will get out of the way, with only a request that you not hurt each other too badly. Also, I have the first room on the right on the second floor if you would rather talk as humanoids inside, but will get another couple of rooms so you each have your own."<br/><br/>He took his loaf of bread with him, and jumped down from the roof. He found the innkeeper and arranged for rooms for both dragonesses, and then went to find out where the undead were being burned, before heading out to ensure they had been.