[color=silver]"Hmm?"[/color] Fogdance took a moment to register the question she'd just been asked. Despite Skobeloff's inability to detect anything unusual about this room, the older dragon's mannerisms give the impression as if she's having two conversations at once: one with Skobeloff, and one with someone the drake can neither see nor hear.

[color=silver]"Oh, well, there was a whole group of us when we came here, but, err, things got out of hand and we ended up separated.[/color]" Fogdance nods towards the staircase behind her. [color=silver]"So now it's just me and two drakes, Tamba and Pleexem. Poor dears have been pretty spooked by this whole ordeal, completely tuckered them out, so they're having a little nap right now."[/color] She give Skobeloff a small, and somewhat pained, smile. [color=silver]"Speaking of groups, is it just you here? How did you make it all the way out here by yourself? You must be tired and hungry. If you want, I can get you something to eat or drink. We still have plenty of supplies, thankfully."[/color]

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There is a pause, as if the Moons are considering Fellwing's plea. Then, Fellwing feels the gentle light of the Spirit Moon course through her scales as every tree and bush in the vicinity start blossoming with large tropical of many different colours, filling the area with a fresh floral scent. The corrupted brownies' attention is taken away from the dragons towards the plants, as they begin chattering and chirping to one another in a mixture of confusion and fascination. Before, they had the group surrounded, but now there is enough room for the dragons to make a break for it.