The voice of the other side of Brannor, the sword, claws, and fangs of the [i]Pale Lady[/i] would disagree only with a gruff exhale but even in the hungering, hunting state it was undeniable that they had been taxed significantly. Cyanwrath and the worst he had to throw at them cost them much, almost two of them their lives outright, and only the threat of the actual dragon itself had been worse. Even if the pale, primal frame toeing carefully the line of man and beast wished to keep going, it was pointless. Dying in the pursuit out of not exercising caution was to fulfill nothing of merit. So the Champion of Greenest withdrew from the fallen least dragonkin, coming to stand, towering over them before adding limited comment.

[i]"Not here."[/i] The turned, animal voice came, [i]"Something is wrong with this place."[/i]

Between the supposed traps, the clearly unusual room, and the slain kobold which was not their doing - this was not wise. As it was, the marauding army had already left and it was unlikely they were to return here anytime soon from the look of it; why even leave in the first place if they intended to come back? Clearly Cyanwrath and his sect were hiding here, hoping for a return, but so soon? No, only their bones would be what was left for any to find. To say nothing of any other spawn lurking in the cave either.

Without much further comment the beast walked back toward where they had came from. Nose flaring, scenting, seeking still. In a way it hoped, he hoped, that this would bring back some hope to the broken village they had come to protect and avenge. After all, had they not been present, would it even be standing now? There was no knowing but the drive to rout the enemy further as they had done with their camp and now much of this cave was a start. Perhaps, one day, so too would this "queen of dragons" and their army fall to similar disarray at their hands.

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