Narawyn lifted her head - which somewhat resembled an old, mouldy, albino grapefruit with teeth and beady eyes - and tried to look like a proud, magnificent specimen of drakedom. Obviously, it didn't work. She curled her misplaced organ between her legs like a tail, and tried to recommend another plan.
"Parp parp parp, parp parp."
Her voice came out sounding like a seal after a rough night on the town. Frustrated, she poked her tongue out for a moment and tried again, more carefully shaping the words this time. Her inexperience with reptiles had betrayed her at the worst possible moment, perhaps the group would consider developing another strategy. Yes, that is what she would say.
"Parp, parp parp. Parp parp parp paaarrrp."
Narawyn stomped her left forefoot in anger. It adhered to the ground, and she had to peel it off gradually; it made a hideous sucking noise. Realising that staying like some sort of demented cross between a drake and a jug of sour milk was helping nobody, she waddled back to her corner and made the shift back into her ravishing human form.
She was relieved to see that no trace of that horrible thing remained after she had shifted. Sometimes, when shapeshifting went particularly wrong, remnants of the form would manifest on the human figure... she had once come home, for example, with fins, gills and great bulbous eyes in a human face. Luckily, it seemed she'd escaped that trap this time.
Within a minute, she minced back out, drawing the fabric of her cloak around her and scowling slightly. Stopping in front of the group, she repeated what she had planned to say earlier.
"Parp parp parp."
...oh dear.
Not wanting to think about what she was touching, Narawyn used her fingertip to write a note in the scum on the sewer wall.
"NEXT IDEA, PLEASE"
