Elanzo felt Yorke shudder anxiously from beneath him as they and their companions entered the spiral. The wyvern didn't take too well to new surroundings, and even less so to new people. He petted the dragon's scaled head calmingly, staring curiously at the people around him. "Easy, buddy..." he whispered. "You aren't the only one who's alarmed..." He glanced over to the parchment and nodded understandingly. Defeat the assassins. The rider rested a hand on his axe, a small bit of comfort at the familiar grip.  It was a simple enough command. But writing was never as easy as action.

Elanzo turned his attention to a girl asking for introductions and bobbed his head in greeting. "My name is Elanzo," he greeted, careful to keep his voice formal, "and 'Mr. Dragon' here is Yorke." The Wyvern gave a small growl as his name was called and gave the unfamiliar companions a suspicious glare.