Oblirin hadn't contradicted her clear intention to kill his former captors, which was something of a relief. It would have been sort of a shame to alienate him just because he hadn't the stomach to remove troublesome members of the population and somehow expected the intimacy of his grudge to give him veto power. He didn't seem big on arguing in general, though. Might just not be his thing.
On the way, Zea periodically polled the ethereal locals to see if they knew anything about what she and Oblirin might be walking into. She didn't meet any other dragons, which was simultaneously fortunate--as it indicated the size of this operation--and unfortunate--meaning as it did that she only had one indignant dragon on her side. Shouldn't one be enough? They'd taken him before, but this time he had some local weirdness artillery to back him up in case their prior tactics worked again.
Maybe he'd do the whole bit himself and all Zea would do was learn what filthy miserable dragons smelled like stuffed down a hole for years.
"Does a bit. Oubliettes get like that."
She followed him down, doing her best to look away from his light source to avoid her eyes adjusting too much to it. Having a way to light torches was probably for the best, though. It meant she could get a better look at the research in question.
"No bodies, but research left behind." That was weird. If Zea had taken anything away it would have been the hard-won data she'd collected, corpses be damned. In fact... "Well, might as well while we're here."
Leaving Oblirin to have his moment of awful reverie, Zea began rolling the parchment into more compact tubes to be transported with the journals. Waste not, want not.