Gholog's threat seems enough to cow the feral child, and he shuffles back from the cage door. Taking firm hold of the padlock, Gholog pulls hard, wrenching the lock apart. The door swings open, creaking loudly on its hinges.
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On closer inspection of the dragon's body, you realize that someone at some point had wrenched open its jaw and actually burrowed down into its stomach. Its huge mouth is propped open with long spears, and there is a narrow crawl space down through its throat. A dusty smell of death and reptile wafts up the dragon's windpipe, and with a shudder you spot a piece of someone's armor still stuck in the sword-length teeth.
Jason runs into the mouth, but has to slow his pace once standing inside. The crawlway into the dragon is narrow, a tight fit even for the relatively unencumbered monk. While less of a squeeze for Seraphina, there would be little room to use her crossbow once confined by the walls of the dragon's mummified innards.