We were finally all untied, and in my case, unchained. While Linna and Robyn freed us, the noises of… well, terror, honestly, continued to echo above us. There were also occasional small explosions, one thunderclap, a few ZAPs, and, I swear by Pharasma, a sound I can only describe as a kersploosh.
Then it went boneyard quiet.
I picked up Pai, who wasn't in walking shape, and moved to kick down the door when it popped open. Trixie flitted in, smiling and smelling vaguely of ozone.
"Oh! There you guys are! We should leave. These guys aren't…" she paused and grinned "fun anymore."
As we made our way out I realized something. We often think of Trixie as a loveable prankster bard who reads comics and is a huge MST3K fan. But it's important to keep in mind that she's a faerie dragon.
And while they look super cute and are mostly agreeable, it's a bad idea to forget that they're, you know, *dragons*.
As in "do not meddle in the affairs of."