As the grey dragon continues to fuss over Skobeloff, the drake manages to catch of something shiny behind her: a large ring of keys is hooked onto her tail. There are many of them and aside they all seem to be in various stages of rust, aside from two or three that looked newer. 

[color=silver]"A little risky to be using moon magic in such a shaded area,"[/color] the grey dragon says, not seeming to notice Skobeloff's searching expression. In fact, despite the fact she was looking straight at him, Skobeloff got the distinct impression that she wasn't [i]really[/i] looking at him, rather looking past him... or that she was looking at him but was seeing something else. [color=silver]"I know mine hasn't been working so well since we got here. Oh, where are my manners? I'm Fogdance. What's your name, sweetheart?"[/color]