Arren watched with some awe as Guinevere broke free from the pile of halflings. He then noticed the dragon, which looked lazily non-hostile, but his heart went hummingbird regardless. He looked around frantically for his weapons, finally noticing that not all of his gear was with him...some on the female clone of himself. The bewildering reality of the situation was setting in.<br/><br/>He heard the shout of an irate woman, her dialect sounding something like Ashendar's, and followed the voice, stepping carefully as if trying to avoid waking the female Arren. Upon seeing Ash, Myar and Cal, her jaw dropped. Well, at least Arren wasn't the only one to have gotten into trouble last night...<br/><br/>"Dragon, that's right, there's a dragon out there!" Arren hissed, putting his new, larger body between Myar and Ash to try and separate them. Damn changeling...he probably was used to waking up in strange bodies. "Where...where the hell are we?! Is this a palace? Guin just had a conniption out there!  And what the hell happened to..." Arren glanced at the others, eyes lingering on the scarcely-covered Ash.