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	THE EAGER DRACODILE had barely any time to register what was about to happen to him.  He'd understood Tyrael well enough but Gossk had never heard of this kind of magic.  It intrigued him greatly and reminded him of his own magical arsenal.  He knew that one day he would have to explore the realm of magic more thoroughly, and conquer it.  [color=39b54a][b]"[i]O-herr[/i] do you get your, uh, [i]nagic thou'er[/i], cloaked one?"[/b][/color] Gossk asked, eyeing Tyrael as he cast his spell Size Shift. 

	Gossk grunted a confirmation at Tyrael's warning about the duration and inhaled sharply as he grew, immediately feeling a sense of exhilaration and power.  Licks also woke as she sensed something was amiss, and jumped out of her cohort's satchel--she then disappeared into the bushes around them.  Lynn, Tyrael, and the chattel shrunk, falling away from the Dracodile's field of vision as he looked out into the distance.  Once he had finished his transformation (reaching a truly towering 26-foot height), Gossk looked down and considered his path.  He then took a few precise steps, his extremely large stride of 11-feet (15-feet with Far Stride's aid) bringing him to the skiff, which felt like a toy to him.  His ridiculously long tail swept the dry air, literally kicking up dust and sand behind him.  [color=39b54a]'This feels amazing, I am the largest Dracodile that has ever lived...'[/color] the Dracodile mused, croaking a chuckle as he took hold of the skiff. 

	As Gossk was about to lift their eventual transport, he then paused and turned his head slowly to his companions, the images of Tyrael, Lynn, and the Varuk slaves in his eyes.  He held that gaze for a moment, a multitude of scenarios and thoughts flowing through his mind.  He could eat them all, if he wanted to--it would be quite a feast.  There'd be no way that they could overpower him in his current state.  The Dracodile even wondered if he would gain Tyrael's arcane knowledge if he consumed him--it was his belief after all, one that proved true to him time and time again.  If Tyrael was going to betray them, killing him now would be the best time, lest he used this Size Shift spell on himself.  The very thought of fighting a size enhanced Tyrael weighed heavily on Gossk.  The Dracodile then considered Lynn...and that she clearly trusted the cloaked stranger enough to work together.

	And on top of that, his integrity-bound life debt was wagging its proverbial finger at him.  Scoffing at his own stupidity, Gossk wisely passed on the delicious opportunity.

	As Tyrael was hoping, the Dracodile indeed placed the skiff in the open out of the rocks.  In fact, as he returned to them, he swept aside the rocks between them and the skiff, by using his feet and tail.  There was now a clear path for them to use.  [color=39b54a][b]"It has [i]deen[/i] done,"[/b][/color] Gossk announced with pride, his voice deep and thunderous.

	Eyeing the largest outcrop of rock about 50 yards away, Gossk respectfully left Lynn and Tyrael to their business and made a trail of destroyed rocks, overturned trees and bushes, and large footprints.  He then proceeded to climb, his thick claws ripping into the rock easily.  Once he had reached the top, Gossk scanned the horizon, looking for trouble and finding none.  He then began to scratch out his name on the rock, in Rasskarr no doubt.  It was a peculiar set of symbols and its meaning known only to him.  [color=39b54a]'I might as well leave a memento for myself, for another day,'[/color] Gossk concluded, admiring his work.

	With that done, Gossk once settled his gaze upon the merlady and cloaked figure and waited for them to beckon him so that they could depart for better shelter.  His tail flicked impatiently--clearly a trait he'd picked up from his reed cat.