Alacruun's still settling in himself. He's already come to understand that there's some sort of deep, ancient magic at work here. Older than him, possibly older than his world, and certainly more powerful than anything he's run into. Except maybe some of the gods. He has his own natural sense of curiosity and so he's doing a quick loop around the temple to figure out if there's anything out there that might be useful (or something to eat). He's not nearly as big a he's used to, but he's still hungry. He's not the stealthiest of creatures, so he does make some noise as he worms his way through the undergrowth - and ahead of him he hears a curse and catches sight of a young human.

Why so many humans? That's something he doesn't quite understand.

Still. They're supposed to work together.

Waver is treated to a large, horse-sized dragon poking his head out of the underbrush and eyeing him for a long moment before speaking, "That's why I choose not to wander around in my other form. Much easier to clean myself like this."