Dora, having vanished during the night, returns in the morning after the purple dragons have left.  She enters, cloak over one brown shoulder, her long, green, leafy hair pulled back over the other shoulder.<br/><br/>She looks curiously at Randal.  "I thought our presense here quite meaningful.  Nature is crying out.  The presence of this dragon is a problem that draws us together, as it's effects are so widely felt."<br/><br/>She glances over at the table where a small collection of 'loot' still lies.  "What's this then?  Looks like the poor theives things.  What are they doing there?"