Aurin is on the communication crystal with Mial, mid-whine about his most recent breakup (he liked this one!), gradually becoming less deaf to attempts to change the subject, when the crystal abruptly goes dead.
"Depending on exactly how you do it he will be delighted or hate you, I haven't extensively divined his reactions to give you a map in advance. This would require you to have a way to communicate directly with him, though."
"You can tell him that I would like to talk to him the next time he sends you one of those notes, I assume. He seems like a resourceful person. I'm sure he can find a way."
"I'm a little reluctant to distract him from what I'm hoping is singleminded zeal at retrieving me from this surprisingly roomy snake interior."
"Well, presently the only method I have of harassing him directly is that song you sang earlier, and I have no idea what it does."
"Oh, he does it on and off. Phases in and out of it with the scoots. Became a wizard very young. That sort of thing."
"Usually it's adults who pick it up. He went to a kids' academy, just barely old enough for them, and did all ten tiers in three years and a bit, still too young to start at nearly all the schools there are."
"What do you do all - night, I guess - anyway, when you're not talking to stranded dragons?"
"Ah, man. I could have landed anywhere - I'm assuming, since I don't see what recommends this particular graveyard in the eyes of snake monsters - and I landed someplace with no nightlife."
"Have you considered the possibility that this is, in fact, a hell dimension, which is why it comes with a convenient side door to so many more?"