Ancalagon looks around, wondering where the voice was coming from, and said, "I see no harm in talking, as long as it does not devolve into threats and whatnot. My name is Ancalagon, Archmage of Castle Blackspire. The red dragon behind me, desperately trying to calculate your hoard is my familiar, Raura. And the minotaur female who is too good looking for her own good is our guide down her, Myra. Would you mind giving us directions, for I would like to talk face to face, if possible, as I am trying to make the world a better place for dragons in particular, and everyone else as a secondary goal. And may I hazard a guess to your color? Brass, would be my first choice."<br/><br/>