Bariyan nods, eyes still on the sky, watching for any sign of... anything watching them.

"Blue, green, red, bronze, black," he says, making the moment for more color-naming now. "You must be with the blue dragons, then. I arrived with the red flight."

He finally tears his eyes away from the sky and looks at Syllona with a frown.

"You didn't ask to be sent here, I'm guessing," he says. "The transporter back in Exsilium must have made a mistake... I wonder who else made it here?"