Upon hearing Dante, Abigail gestures about the room. "Discovered? Um. Fish. Lots of fish."
A moment later, Eraden speaks, and Abigail frowns. "A Gentleman never insults a lady's appearance. And, besides," she says, picking off a piece of fish from her shoulder and flicking it at the paladin, "I am now completely fish free. I avoided all the big ones on my way down. Where's Azuras?"
"A lady as nimble as yourself surely would." Eraden said with a smile. "I apoligize if my comment sounded uncouth, I assumed a lady of your allure would dismiss it as banter. As for your companion..."
Upon hearing his name, the Dragonling's head pops out from the pile of fish, a small pollock clenched between his jaws. The dragonling scampers across the floor, and circles Abigail giddily.
Abigail frowns. "Lovely. Absolutely lovely. So... do we wanna take the hallway, or the door? I vote hallway - and someone see if we can lock the door from our end. You know... so no sea monster sneaks up behind us and chews on the gnome or something."
Eraden chuckles at the thought. Not that he would enjoy seeing the gnome become fish food, only that he could hardly imagen a sea monster considering it worthy of the lable. "Perhaps you are right." He replied as he looked at the door for some sort of lock.