Arcantas sighed, and addressed each issue, turning to each of the others.

"First, I am a dracon. Not a draconian. Those have wings. I don't. Second, it doesn't matter to me how any of you behave. They put me in here because I summoned demons and made the dead walk. I'd say that my 'behavior' is just about irrelevant at this point. It matters not to me how you act, but of what value you can bring to this endeavor. If you wish watch over my behavior, you might as well join the golems."

He turned to Argus. "As for a plan, not yet. I'd need to know what powers we have and what we can use while incapacitated here."

Arcantas stared at Galladin, using some magic. At least, what little would work under the anti-magic fields. He focused for a second, his words silently transmitted at the speed of thought. 

[i]'You, fiend! Demon! Devil! Whatever you are, can you hear me?' I sensed you a while ago, and I don't think our communication will be detected by the guards![/i]