Morgana gave the door one last tug and turned around at the sound of the roars getting closer. To her mild surprise there were actual dragons. In three colors no less. Morgana took a brief moment to evaluate what to do. The door was locked. She was too frail to break it down, picking it would take too long and it was probably magicked. Plus there probably wasn't any other way into the cabin, even if there was it wouldn't keep them safe. She couldn't outrun dragons since, you know, they were massive and had wings. Game over. Morgana leaned against the cabin wall nonchalantly and stared down the black dragon. [b]"Chicken."[/b] she said flatly, loud enough to be heard across the distance. It occurred to her that she should be trembling from fear and either grovelling, running, or fighting for her life. Perhaps she in shock. Nah, it was just that she had decided if she was going to die here, then she sure as hell wasn't going to make a fool of herself doing so.