Syrlya is quickly counting off heads when the lightning surges, just as well to make sure that none of their people were caught in it. He relaxes, just a touch when he realizes they were all airborne or on dry ground.

He watches the River Dragon warily, because even for supposedly being on their side, it was reckless. And he'd rather not see reckless go further--wait.

Syrlya squints. "Excuse me! Are you associated with the Ring--with the Great Beast?"