Not a Dragon

After being near enough strangled to death, Harry no longer had hope that Gary, or Monk for that matter, were able to be swayed back over to their side. It was too risky and they were both adamant, too infected or influenced by the Shadow to care about the lives of their past friends. 

Having left the room where the large pit was, Harry immediately felt a lot better. The Shadow and deep sick feeling he felt in his stomach had disappeared and the further he walked away from it the better he felt. 

Right now, Harry was on a mission - to return to the Redwings and inform them of the fake surrender. A big weight was now on his shoulders.

'Wait they didn't tie me up when I got down here, so maybe they don't think I'm a prisoner, as long as I don't act suspicious I should be okay.' Harry thought. 

In addition to looking inconspicuous, there were certain people he wished to avoid, Monk being one of them since he knew what had happened.