Ishmael simply ignored the newcomer. He sounded like a sell sword and he did not respect them either. "Stick around if you like, but don't expect to get paid for it." He said rather coldly. He then continued to lead the group. They finally started to come to the end of sewer tunnels and were not greeted by sunlight from the hole. What they saw was fog and even so the dark clouds blocked out the sunlight anyways. The smell of fresh air welcomed them and suddenly the fog began to dissipate. 

 What now welcomed them was silver, large and scaly with wings. It had a golden crest upon it's head. The large creature was a dragon. A silver one for that matter. Anyone knowledgable of their species knew silver dragons were good not evil. It rose it's head to look to them. "Finally Jauffre you arrived, my attempt to dissolve the storm has failed. " he said. Then the fox who was beside Jameson moved to the front. He looked up at Silver and smiled.

 "I helped as much as I could Silver, these people are odd but they fight for what we want. At least that's what I know so far" spoke the fox. He then took on his true form as a bronze dragon. He looked to the group and nodded. "Consider us a ally in battle. The demons may or may not attack while we travel but we will help however we can."