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The dragon raises one claw in a hushing motion to Riss as she asks why the attack was nessecary before turning to face the aliens. "'Exhaust negotations'? Sounds like it'd be worth a try at least, don't you think? If it fails we can always give 'em a good whopping." The dragon makes a boxing motion with her claws, the armored beings looking at her with what seems to be confusion.

Meanwhile, Ambrosia can't help but to giggle at Thariza's nickname though in the same motion she discreetly accepts the device offered to her and gives Riss a curt nod, and then turns to address the others. "I concur as well, I'm going to go in there and make sure to undo this. Chances are, judging from the smoke raising from it, something simply went wrong and needs to be fixed. Thus, attacking would likely make things worse." Riss would have noticed smoke rising from the side of the temple, as if an explosion had recently gone off there.

The aliens all looks one another, perhaps exchanging some telepathic communication between one another before the one who have been speaking for them so far looks to the dragon. For now, we shall trust in you wisdom and stay our blades.

Ambrosia turns to look up the eyes carved into the ceiling of the temple. "I'm coming in Thariza, but tell our friend in there that if they wish any more help with whatever device that caused all this, they should consider inviting her as well." She gestures at the Riss drone.


Thariza can hear Ambrosia's reply and so can Jaccal it seems. "Tell them... we accept this. We wish to learn more about whoever created that."
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Thariza nods, before relaying the answer to the others:

"They accept. You can come on in."
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"Fortuitous." came the mononymic response to the situation. She would have expected... Perhaps a touch more resistance or at least a more guarded response but if Ambrosia vouching was enough, no sense in avoiding the opportunity.

That said, she would simply follow behind Ambrosia by a few paces, her quartet of arms remaining folded behind her back. Ambrosia might notice that the spot she left, however, seemed to have a partially finished circle in the soil. Other than the presence of a pair of symbols that might or might not be in her lexicon, it's function was unlikely to be immediately discernible.