The idea of draconic ghosts sounded insane, the team had heard diluted rumors about them before, but didn't expect them to be true. Even Driola was surprised.
She didn't know much about them, so before the dragons surfaced from the water, she kept yelling at the slaves for clues.
"How can we fight them? Tell me goddammit!" She yelled.
It would be embarrassing to die now, when the tower was so close. She wasn't the quitting type either, and sought knowledge even in the midst of panic.
Finally, a lady approached from the crowd, and said. "Necromancers can deter them, miss! Please fight them, do you have any spare souls to use?"
"Oh, what a great time to ask me for souls." She complained.
Driola only had a few souls stashed in her heart, and they could barely kill a deer, nonetheless a shadowy dragon! She felt at risk, and would rather act like a compass for Bardeelus now, rather than fight these beasts herself.