It's a surprisingly large hatchery; six gold dragonnesses, all adults or older, and more than thirty whelps and eggs, about a third of them hatched. And every single female in the room is glaring at him, with murder in their eyes, clearly having assumed he was a black, that had somehow made its way into their most secure lair. "I say we kill him, and not let him escape. If he lets them know we're here..." "Agreed. Safer that way."<br/><br/>Unless he comes up with a very compelling argument, or a quickened teleport, he will find his location, and everything in a 40' radius, is blasted with intense flames, only a second later, and that the entire location will be on high alert, very quickly, even if he doesn't appear to survive.