Vaughtar had a hard time following the ball of light dancing around him. His look was both curious and surprised at the same time and Dayna successfully distracted him from the language issue.

"My 'chair' ?" he asked confused, not getting the point. "What does this crate have to do with that ? And... I don't know if I would be a good fighter in this world. Me being strong relating to here so far is just an assumption." Damnit! Vaughtar started to realize that he was talking himself out of business with such sentences. But there were a few things in life that didn't come back: Life itself, a missed opportunity, an arrow shot and the spoken word!

"Erm... what do you think ? Would I be a valuable addition to such an endeavour ?" he asked to everyone in the room. The stone-grey color of his skin was doing a hell of a job to prevent him from blushing. And then the crate made things even worse. It had bore up against Vaughtar so far, but now the process of buckling abruptly and rapidly accelerated. In other words: The gargoyle was sitting flat on the floor and would likely have to continue attending the meeting while standing.

"Oh damn... Well... I'd be happy to spread my wings."