Caught off-guard by Ishalla's insensitive display of brute strength, Gune dangled uselessly from the torch for only a few moments before his grip failed. Two things registered in his mind: This dragonborn may be stronger than she is scaly. Perhaps even stronger than she is stupid! And also, suddenly Gune didn't feel like he was being treated as the duly elected leader of this tribe should be.
 
He recovered his footing before falling flat on his bum, and opened his mouth to protest Ishalla's actions when he heard the blood-curdling screams filling the air and echoing between his ears. 

[color=82ca9d]"We leaving now."[/color] He said quickly. [color=82ca9d]"Chieftan's orders!"[/color]

Gune had no intention of waiting around to see what abomination was responsible for the tormented howl and resolved to make an expeditious retreat away from the scary, rotted, screaming monster-thing.

[color=82ca9d]"Cecelia say goodbye to evil barn and follow Gune. We done visiting."[/color] With that, he hurried out of the barn and followed after the insubordinate lizard.