Aria's ears twitched toward Fenrir's quiet mumble just as another sound reached them. A deep, resonant bass voice.

[i]"My apologies, I would speak louder but some of the cadences in this old voice of mine are... Unpleasant to demi-humans, you may approach, but no magic, or raised weapons with the exception of that little light Mage, she has potential".[/i]

Without hesitation, Aria slowly unstrung her longbow before placing it, along with her quiver, carefully against the cave wall. At least one problem had been solved—it spoke the common tongue. Whatever else awaited them, there would be no language barrier.

Straightening to her full height, she addressed the others.

"The dragon spoke."

Her gaze swept across the group before continuing.

"It says its companions are... less than welcoming toward us, but it is willing to let us approach. On one condition—we leave our weapons behind, refrain from using magic, and keep no weapons raised." She paused briefly before glancing toward Therezia. "The sole exception is Lady Therezia. It specifically permits her Light Magic, claiming that she 'has potential.'"