When he arrives in the room, it's in utter chaos. The white dragon, a fairly small, almost pathetic-looking creature, stands closer to the door. All told, it's about the size of a very large dog, though the sharp-looking claws, and even sharper teeth, certainly make the difference known. Meridia is standing on the ruined remnants of the bed, in her dragon form, though she seems reluctant to unleash her fire against him, not wanting to set the wooden building on fire; he, on the other hand, has no issue with it, and frost lines everything around her. The crackle of magic is in the air, and it seems to be centered around the white; he likely has more than a few defensive spells active.