After what feels like an interminable walk, both with dead ends and with squeezes much too tight for a creature of Laedo's bulk to manage, the askan is almost startled to feel the cavern open up before him into the great chamber of Nalanni's cage. He scents the air, noting the dry smell of fire before he comes around a pillar to spot the glow of the Goddess.

Taking not another step further, Laedo suppresses the urge to drop a foreleg to bow. He's done with Goddesses, or so he tells himself.... but Nalanni is almost enough like his Aska that he is finding himself unable to take her with complete irreverence. Settling on inclining his sharp muzzle--one should never leave an obvious hierarchy unacknowledged--he settles carefully to his haunches and turns his head away to preen at armor scraped and dented by the labyrinth's rocky walls. His gold-plumed tail twitches nervously, and he can't help but keep his ears back a little, despite his efforts to remain calm.

"You must be the great fire goddess," he growls, pausing to shuffle his wings into a more comfortable position.