The construct Nyx had hit stumbled, as if its power source was partially disrupted, but not entirely out of commission. Larek aimed for the head of the construct that was attacking him, stabbing it a few times but not doing much more than superficial damage.

"Uh... aunt Tala? A little help would be nice. Can't the door wait?!"

"Alright, Larek. Let me. Wait..." she tried to turn the flame off, but found she was unable to do so. She also realized that the door wasn't that badly damaged by it. Barely damaged at all, even. The female dracon tried to move away, but her feet felt like they were weighed down. There was an enchantment on the door. It was a trap, one designed to take out mages.

"I think I'm the one who needs help here!" she replied, starting to worry about the situation.

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"Marx is out? Well, that's fine. I'll be here for a while, until Tran gets back, with your permission of course. I hope you two don't mind." Orna replied. 

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"Indeed" Kos replied, walking over to the sheepfold with Sasha. He found a rather shaggy ewe and began shearing her. "The trick is to cut the wool, not their skin. Mammals have all this fur, a bit like a human's hair. It needs to be cut off, but it regrows pretty quickly. It's not at all like our horns."

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"Teach? I suppose I could. It won't be easy, though. I'm not much for any sort of formal learning. Or teaching. But for you, I'd do it" Veax told Hermia.