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As Valstaaz flew eastward, a small obsidian dragon picked its way down the mountain side, slithering between crags and boulders and slipped over the archway into the chamber. It crouched in the shadows, emerald eyes scanning those forms within the chamber. Barbels on the ends of its snout twitched, feeling more than what could be seen. It listened intently as Khellendros spoke and huffed to make itself known.
"And you expect to face that khellmarothrax with this lot?"
Ebonirion inched a few paces closer to Khellendros, keeping more than her eyes on the small band of dragons in the chamber. She abruptly sat back on her haunches like a cat and curled her web-spindled tail in front of her. "I suppose it will have to do," she answered for herself and 'smiled', extending her barbel 'whiskers' and the spindles behind her eyes. "Tal Ebinon ara an samel ta'ay nalyr, Khellanthros," she added with a respectful bow of her head.