Oh, Maker. Inessa winces as the dragon begins to flap its wings, having been told before what's coming. She tries to use Fade Step to blur away in time, though the winds draw her in close before she can make her escape. Garahel places himself between the dragon and his mistress while she casts a Misdirection Hex on the it, hoping to buy her allies some time.

"Quick, while the hex lasts!"