"I'm mostly fine" Says Jedda, he's a little lower down on the wall than the others, feet firmly planted on small bump in the wall, ballancing on it almost impossibly. He catches the rope that mike had thrown down and easily climbs up to the ledge mike drove the sword into. he looks at the fantastic beasts that just arrived. Dragons and griffons aren't new to him, and nagas frequently fought with the drow's he grew up with (which is a good thing in jedda's mind) though he never got too close to one before now. (he usually hid when the drow fought, since slaves and 'hostages' like him were often used as battle fodder)
"Well, we are here, is it possibly to journey any further in this cave, it would be a shame to leave a dragons treasure undiscovered merely because the floor dropped out. You sure your father wasn't the dragon? Mike, it would explain why he regretted not telling your mum something."
(OOC: what with thanksgiving and all, i'll only be online every now and then until next monday, just assume that Jedda follows along if i don't respond for a while, sorry)
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