Draiss nodded, and then glanced at Ama, an eyebrow raised, slightly asking if she wanted to lead. If she didn't he stepped forward, idly noticing that she had nine tails like Ama, but one of hers was almost ethereal, barely there and only noticeable when she flicked it. He considered his language carefully, before picking draconic, the oldest, least changing language he knew, though he did cast tongues on the room, allowing everyone to speak and be understood. "Yes it has, at least thirty four millennium. We took your stasis tube from a tower, along with several others. Is there anything you need, food, water? My name is Draiss the Archdragon."